The Neglected Bride
by Milton Granby
(SE-102)


CHAPTER ONE 

Marianne Wright was alone and restless. She sat curled up on the living room 
sofa, in her thin silky negligee, waiting anxiously for her husband to call. 
To pass the time, she had begun reading a torrid new bestseller that 
everyone was talking about. At first she had refused to read it-the writing 
seemed exotic, strange, yes even obscene to her-but as the lonely hours of 
the warm spring evening passed without a word from David, she had begun 
reading with determination and mounting excitement.... 

"... Adriana mounted the platform for the consummation of the sacred 
fertility rites, her heart pounding beneath the diaphanous folds of her 
gown, which barely concealed her lush young body. When the excited crowd 
below caught sight of her, there was an audible gasp, an outpouring of lust 
that overwhelmed her, even removed as she was, standing far above them. The 
full mounds of her breasts rose and fell, and in the light of the torches 
the thin gown was even more revealing. It clung to her sweat-dampened body, 
and as the full impact of the Babylonian revelers in the street below 
reached her, she felt her nipples quiver and grow hard. With her deep auburn 
hair cascading over her shoulders, her face flushed, her mouth open, the 
full mounds of her breasts heaving from the long climb up the steps of the 
temple, and the gown clinging to the full voluptuous expanse of her hips and 
buttocks, delicately concealing the moist, furry slit that ached with 
desire, she was truly the incarnation of the goddess, and fertility goddess 
whose strange, lewd rites she was about to enact...." 

Nervously Marianne put down the book and reached for her cigarettes on the 
end table. She glanced at the clock: 11:30 and he still hadn't called! He'd 
promised he'd phone by 9:30 without fail! How long could a business meeting 
go on? She was extremely restless now, and the insistent stirrings of desire 
called forth by the book only fed the fires of her impatience. 

David and Marianne had been married for less than a year, and at least half 
of that time he had been away on business. But after all, she told herself 
for the thousandth time, David only went away on these long trips and worked 
such terrible hours to make a good future for them. She knew that didn't 
she? Why did she worry so? Hadn't he convinced her he loved her the last 
time he'd been home? 

She felt a thrill of excitement remembering the last night they'd spent 
together before he left for Cincinnatti. They had quarrelled earlier over 
his long absences, a quarrel they had had many times recently. Marianne was 
upset because Susan Grant, a top computer consultant, and David's superior 
in the fledgling concern for which he worked, was always with him on these 
long trips away from home. Marianne didn't like the idea of the two of them 
checking into hotels together, sometimes even into adjoining rooms, so that 
they could "talk business" until late in the night. Oh, it wasn't that she 
didn't trust David, but he was only human wasn't he? Harsh, ugly words had 
passed between them, until finally she had begun to cry. The sight of her 
slim, vulnerable body racked with sobs had melted David's anger. He had 
taken her in his arms, wiped away the tears, and carried her to their 
king-size bed, king-size so his rangy 6ft. 4in. frame could sprawl in 
indolent comfort and big enough for a lot of other things too. He placed her 
gently on the pillows and began kissing her face, her neck, her eyes. 

"Oh baby, oh darling," he murmured softly, "don't you know there's nobody 
but you I want to be with? Oh baby, let me show you...." 

He began unbuttoning her blouse, caressing her neck, her delicate white 
shoulders, working his way down over her full sloping breasts, manipulating 
her nipples, then sucking them, biting them, his passion mounting as he 
heard her begin to moan beneath his touch. His lean, hard body pressed 
against hers, and she could feel his thick, stiff penis begin to throb 
urgently, insistently against her thigh. Overwhelmed with desire for him, 
she reached for the bulging rod and massaged it through the thin material of 
his tight trousers. She felt a shudder go through his entire frame as she 
touched him. 

"Oh baby, baby...." he moaned. 

His hands found the zipper of her faded jeans, opened it and slipped his 
middle finger beneath the tight elastic of her panties, down into the golden 
vee of her pubic patch. She thrilled and shuddered to his touch and sighed 
with anticipation as his other hand reached around to grab the ripe, fleshy 
globes of her buttocks crammed seductively into the formfitting jeans. 
Sensuous urgency rose in lapping waves; tingles of anticipation passed 
between their bodies, and within a few moments they were writhing together 
on the huge bed. 

David buried his head in her voluptuous belly, and while his hands 
skillfully massaged her breasts, he began to flick his tongue over the flesh 
of her abdomen, moving farther and farther down. Marianne moaned and twisted 
beneath the touch of his hands and his hot wet tongue. She felt her pussy 
throb and yearn for him, yearn for his thick, burgeoning cock to come into 
her, to fill her with surging, tingling ecstasy. 

She pulled frantically at his shirt, his belt, the zipper of his fly ... but 
she began to have trouble, and noting this, David smiled warmly, stood up, 
and began to remove his clothes. Hungrily she watched as he slipped out of 
his shirt and his tight pants. How she loved the sight of his body, the 
source of so much pleasure. Even in a business suit he looked muscular and 
sexy, and created in her the kind of shivering excitement she had dreamed of 
all her life, imagined in her lonely bed at the Cold Brook Academy for Girls 
where she had spent most of her adolescent years; she had wished for someone 
to hold her, someone virile and beautiful, strong yet gentle like David. She 
felt that same spasm of desire whenever she saw his naked body, his 
well-muscled back and shoulders, the firm plane of his stomach, the thighs, 
lean and hairy, and his big, erect penis with the tight round testicles 
dangling beneath it. Nobody, nobody was more beautiful than her David. She 
was sure of it. 

"Then why this nagging jealousy?" she thought, returning abruptly to the 
present, flicking the ash on her cigarette, "Why can't I just relax and not 
worry?" 

There was only one reason: Susan Grant! Marianne knew that: .despite that 
wonderful night of love there was still considerable tension between them 
over this subject. She had always felt uncomfortable when she had to deal 
with David's boss. Susan had joined David and Marianne for lunch a few times 
right after he had started working for Computer Associates, and had, she 
felt, treated her very condescendingly, talking to David about complicated 
computer projects that Marianne couldn't possibly understand. She was sure 
the other woman was trying to exclude her, to set up a secret alliance 
between herself and David, with Marianne definitely the stupid tagalong, no 
smarter than an ex-secretary had a right to be. She felt that David made no 
effort to include her, either. He deferred to Susan's every wish, laughed at 
all her jokes, and when she asked Marianne, ever-so-sweetly, if she missed 
her old girlfriends in the typing pool where she'd worked before her 
marriage, he had waited expectantly for a reply, too. 

"Why no," she had stammered, "making a home for David is all the career I'm 
interested in. 

Susan's mascara-rimmed eyes had narrowed a bit at that, and she had smiled, 
too warmly, Marianne thought, and said "How sweet! What a lucky man you are 
David! Well, we must be getting back to the office. You'll excuse us, won't 
you Marianne?" And she led the way out of the restaurant with David 
.following obediently at her heels. 

She knew that her feelings about Susan had begun to affect their marriage 
badly, and despite David's exasperated insistence that there was nothing 
between them and never would be, she still felt worried and insecure. "Why 
am I thinking so much about it," thought Marianne. "Why can't I just believe 
in his love and stop destroying our relationship with this insane jealousy? 
I have the most wonderful husband in the world. Why can't I trust him? I've 
got to get my mind out of these destructive thoughts!" 

Resolutely she picked up the book again, determined to banish her 
anxiety.... 

"The priestesses of Ishtar led Adriana to the raised dais where the rites 
would begin. In full view of the crowd, they undid the clasps of her tunic, 
and the bodice fell over her hips, exposing her glistening, red-tipped 
breasts completely. There was a sudden intake of breath from the crowd below 
as they watched and waited. The slaves then removed the cord belt and the 
dress fell about her ankles, leaving her naked except for her golden 
sandals. A slow moan began in the crowd, reaching up to her in long, 
sensuous waves. Adriana trembled with anticipation at the thought of him who 
was about to come soon: The Golden One, the Apollo-like consort of the 
goddess. Through the two of them, and what they were about to do, the fields 
would be fertile for another year. She smiled, carried away by the fumes of 
burning incense, the rhythmic throbbing of the drums, and the moaning chant 
of the lusty crowd. She stood naked on the platform, offering herself to all 
of them through the Golden One, proud to have been chosen...." Excited, a 
thin film of sweat dampening her forehead, Marianne tried to imagine what it 
must be like to stand naked in front of lust-inflamed men and women. What 
would it be like, she wondered, to be taken in such circumstances? What 
would she feel if she and David performed such an act, at once depraved and 
fascinating? Her thoughts turned again to David's last night home. What if 
people had been watching as he separated her firm, creamy things, and threw 
himself on her body, naked and arching upward to receive him? Even the 
thought of it made her feel strangely erotic. 

She closed her eyes, absorbed in the warm sensuality which rose from 
somewhere deep in her body just as it had when she was a young girl, lying 
lonely in her narrow little boarding-school bed, flooding her with 
excitement and shame. She had never understood the feeling until David had 
taught her what it was for, that it was the full flower of her womanhood 
reaching for him. 

"Oh David, David," she moaned, "How I miss you!" 

Somehow her fingers were between her legs, and she found the folds of her 
moist, warm vaginal slit. Her fingers began to massage her clitoris, 
searching; turning, until they found exactly the right spot. 

"Mmmmmm...." she moaned softly, totally absorbed in the delightful feeling 
she created, "Aaaahh." 

Then suddenly, in a panic, she stopped, realizing what she was doing! In a 
flash she remembered her early years at the Academy and the stern, 
forbidding words of the headmistress, Frieda Reed, a bachelor woman who 
frequently lectured the girls on the dark, hideous results of sexual 
abuse.... 

"Humiliation," she had insisted fiercely, "humiliation is the result of such 
abhorrent activity. And as far as I'm concerned, it is criminal for any girl 
of the Cold Brook Academy to demean herself in such a shameful way!" 

Terrified by these harsh words of warning, she had promised herself she 
would never do it anymore, and except for occasional, shameful lapses, she 
was true to her word. Especially since her marriage she had not let even the 
thought of such a thing cross her mind. But now, driven half mad with 
loneliness, she found herself unconsciously performing the strange, 
forbidden act. She was overcome with guilt! 

But I'm frustrated, she thought angrily. David is away so much! David is 
away with Susan Grant, her mind screamed! He doesn't have to sit alone at 
night reading novels! I wouldn't be tempted by these things if he were here 
with me! 

She bit her Up tensely, fighting back the tears, and glanced at the clock 
again: 12:00!, and still no call. She stamped the cigarette out harshly in 
the ashtray and rose from the sofa. She paced impatiently, glancing about 
their beautiful, well furnished living room. It was the envy of the 
neighborhood: simple Danish Modern furniture, serene watercolors gracing the 
walls, wall-to-wall carpeting of the finest quality, everything a rising 
young computer executive's salary could afford. Yet none of this comfort and 
beauty could calm her. She walked about angrily, fighting the aching 
melancholy that rose within her, torn by feelings of jealousy and rage that 
no external beauty could pacify. 

Again she thought of Susan Grant and David. She could almost see them at one 
of their late-night "conferences," Susan subtly, obscenely luring her 
husband, touching his beautiful body with the same sensuous familiarity that 
she had known so often. She could see her skillfully manipulate David's 
thick penis, already stiff and straining against the silky material of his 
pants, their moist lips meeting urgently, passionately, David's arms 
crushing Susan's ripe, pampered body to his own hard, well-muscled frame, 
both of them carried away by the shamelessness of their lust, tearing away 
at each other's clothes, freeing their hot, yearning bodies and then 
hungrily, wildly falling to the bed, their senses reeling with sensuous 
longing, their bodies tingling with excitement. In her mind's eye, tormented 
and troubled, Marianne could see David's ruddy shaft plunging headlong into 
the wet, fleshy folds of Susan's slit.... 

"No! Oh, no, no!" she cried aloud. She felt deeply ashamed, guilty. Tears 
came to her eyes. Why should she mistrust her husband? Perhaps there was a 
good reason why he hadn't called! Why was she torn with these doubting, 
anxious thoughts, these revolting scenes? She yearned more than ever for his 
comforting arms to cam her, to hear him tell her everything was all right, 
that he loved her and her alone. She wiped away the tears, collected herself 
and decided to go to bed, to lose herself in sleep. 

She moved quickly through the living room, her eyes nervously avoiding the 
book she had been reading earlier, the book that had set her imagination 
aflame with thrilling, forbidden scenes. "I won't give in to it," she 
thought, "I won't!" With determination she put out the lights and locked the 
doors. She lingered for a moment in the darkened room and gazed out on the 
street through the huge picture window. The moonlight cast radiant beams on 
the clean, well ordered neighborhood. Lovely split-level houses, well 
tended, beautifully landscaped; how quiet this scene looked, what a vivid 
contrast to the stormy thoughts that tormented her. She turned quickly, went 
up the stairs, and entered the bathroom just off the. large, spacious master 
bedroom where she and David had spent so many wonderful, sensuous nights 
together. She looked intensely at her face in the mirror, scrutinizing her 
short, curled blonde hair, the creamy white skin, and her soft blue eyes. 
Did David still find her as attractive now as when he first saw her in the 
typing pool, she wondered? She quickly washed, dabbed herself dry with a 
towel and walked into the bedroom. She turned off the lights and let the 
room flood with moonlight from the windows. She undid the ribboned tie of 
her nightgown and let it fall from her gleaming body. She pulled back the 
covers and slid between the cool sheets, liking the little shivers of 
delight that rippled through her. She settled into the softness. 

The goddess in the book, she thought to herself, what would it be 
like....her thoughts swelled and sank like the tides of the ocean, and she 
was soon pulled downward into the dark folds of sleep. She began to drift, 
floating on a dark inner sea and in her sleep she began to dream.... 

It was the ancient city of Babylon, just like the book and she-she was the 
goddess Adriana, standing on the dais, raised high above the sweating crowds 
below who now shouted obscenities to her, trying to excite her with their 
words as they awaited the arrival of the Golden One. She felt a strange wave 
of excitement sweep over her as she became the dazzling object of the 
shouting orgiastic mob. Already, in anticipation of the ancient, lewd 
ritual, several of them had begun manipulating themselves in public, men as 
well as women, calling, shouting to Adriana. Her thighs became charged with 
excitement, her hot, throbbing cunt already moist with desire, her legs 
strong, her breasts heaving with wild yearning and desire. 

She trembled with anticipation. At the instruction of the Priestesses she 
lay back on the platform, high above the crowd now driven mad with frenzy 
and expectation. The coolness of the stone slab only increased her passion, 
and she lay back moaning, twisting her naked body on the stone, crying out 
for her lover to come, groaning with the crowd. She manipulated her hot, 
creaming pussy with her fingers, driving herself further and further into 
erotic abandon, her legs spread wide, vaginal juices beginning to run down 
her legs from the depths of her excitement. Her mind reeled, the drums, the 
wild obscene chanting of the crowd, the flames, her body almost convulsed 
with wild, erotic yearning.... 

Suddenly the drums ceased abruptly, the crowd silenced! The Golden One had 
arrived! There before her stood an incredibly beautiful bronzed youth, tall, 
arrogant, long black hair flowing behind him in the breeze, naked except for 
a supple leather loincloth that barely covered his massive prick, already 
beginning to throb with desire. Torch flames danced over his sweat-glistened 
body, he raised his arms to the sky in a ritual of supplication. She could 
see his face now in the dim light. ... beautiful, tender, yet with a hint of 
something cruel and dangerous. 

The Golden One of Babylon cried out to the heavens, tore away the leather 
loincloth and stood exposed to the excited, turbulent crowd below. The drums 
began to pound again, the crowd roared and shouted obscenities, lewd 
thoughts, anything to excite the Golden One and his chosen mate. His thick, 
magnificent cock sprang up fully, aching for release. He grabbed the 
glistening, straining shaft in his hand and skillfully manipulated himself 
in front of the shouting, maddened crowd-they cried out for him to take her, 
take her there in the night for all of them to see. With the grace of a 
dancer he jumped upon the platform and stood over her, grinning wickedly. 
She gasped, thrilled to the depths of her being, now mad with excitement. 

"Fuck me," she shouted with ecstatic abandon, Fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK 
MEEEE!! 

The crowd roared their approval and in a second he was upon her, ramming his 
mighty spear deep, deep into her wet, throbbing pussy. She screamed in pain! 
It was too much! She felt almost as if she would be torn apart by the 
brutality of his lust, but there was no stopping him, he rocked back and 
forth, urged on by the vulgarities of the screaming crowd, the wild 
insistency of the drums; his sweaty body was squirming, twisting, jamming 
his cock into her, back and forth, back and forth, driving her wild with 
excitement as she felt the massive shaft batter and pound her shuddering 
vagina. But now she was caught up in the excitement too, the pain passed, 
and there was only this extraordinary feeling. waves of excitement, an ocean 
of ecstasy, wave upon wave of it, taking her higher and higher and higher 
... her mind spun and reeled, she could smell the musky odor of his body, an 
incredible mixture of exotic oils and body sweat, she could feel his 
pounding mighty cock, feel the rippling muscles of his lean, young 
body....SCREEEEE! 

EEEEEE!!!! Suddenly Marianne was jolted awake! The ear-splitting wail of a 
passing police car siren had shattered her lewd illusion, the turbulent 
dream was gone! She lay in bed trembling, her body aflame with lust, a thin 
film of sweat covering her, hot desire surging through her! 

It mustn't stop, she thought, it mustn't stop! Not now! Not now! Feverishly 
she ran her hands up and down her smooth body, wet with sweat, stroking her 
hardened excited nipples, massaging her breasts, her hands roving hotly over 
her thighs, her hips. She felt the moist, furry mound of her curling pubic 
hair.... 

Then suddenly she stopped, a wave of guilt and shame keeping her from 
performing the forbidden act. But urgency of sexuality soon washed such 
thoughts away, and in ecstasy her hands began to play with the throbbing, 
creaming pussy. She writhed in pleasure as she felt the hot, damp hair, so 
soft. Now her fingers moved down to the wet furrow. She fingered it and felt 
shudders, of excitement surge through her. She found the hardened, yearning 
clitoris and stroked it with one hand, while her other hand played with the 
soft, fleshy slit. Her excitement rose, she began to squirm and twist as the 
flames of lust pulled her on and on. 

"Ooooooh," she moaned. "Ooooohhh!!." 

She flicked her fingers over the throbbing clitoris, the hot creaming 
crevice, each movement creating wild, exciting feelings she had never known 
before. 

"Yes....yes ... yes ... ," she cried in the darkness. "YEEEEESSSS!" 

She quickly thrust her fingers deep into her trembling orifice. Crazed with 
sensuality she rammed them in and out, in and out, her wet, aching vagina 
shuddering with excitement, screaming for final release. She pulled her legs 
up to open her yearning pussy even wider, now manipulating her hot clitoris 
as well. An incredible ecstasy seized her as she prodded and rammed and 
twisted with delight. She felt as if she was being transported far from the 
bed, far from the room, into a paradise of sensuality and tremulous desire; 
her body felt as if it was boiling, bursting, a rushing turbulent river of 
aching desire. Her body arched upwards, her fingers sinking deeper and 
deeper, her breathing became quicker, sweat poured from her body, she felt 
consumed in steamy wetness. 

Now suddenly she began to shudder from deep, deep within her, the wild river 
surged and gathered force from her ramming fingers.... 

"Aaaahhhh!! AAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed. 

For a terrified moment she thought she would be overcome, shattered by the 
force of the feeling surging within her, but the terror passed and changed 
into a wild excitement, deep and thrilling. She moaned and cried aloud, 
swooning in ecstasy. 

"OOOOOHHHHH!" AAANNNNNGHGGHH!! AAAAHHH!!" 

She was cumming! Cumming! Cumming as never before.'! The floodgates opened 
wider and wider and a rushing waterfall of turbulent ecstasy began to roar 
through her body. 

"YEEEEEEEEESSSSS! YEEEEEESSS!!" she cried. 

Her body was convulsed with deep, thundering spasms; she felt as if she was 
being carried forward on a great soaring rush of excitement, and excitement 
she had never known before. All thought, all reason was banished from her 
mind, there was only this incredible feeling, vast and thrilling. She 
moaned, shuddering in the hot spasms of sex. 

"OCOOOOooooooOOOOOHHH!" She cried, "OOOoooh! AAAANNNNGGGHGH!" 

She felt released from a great weight, as if for all these years her body 
had been pulled downward by heavy stones, rooted to the downward pull of 
gravity. But now, carried forward, gasping, groaning, lost in a mighty 
torrent of erotic release, she was transported, weightless, she was lost in 
a delicious flight of sensuality, like hours of throbbing ecstasy; she felt 
as if she was being lowered by gentle waves onto her bed. A sweet burst of 
hot, white light exploding in a million fragments across a vast, endless 
universe. 

"NNNNNNNGGGGGGHGHGH!" She moaned beneath the electric magic of her fingers 
in her shuddering vaginal slit, "AAAHHHH!" 

She had taken herself to the world's rim and had sailed across the edge, 
rapturously, ecstatically, floating like a mad, dark bird through the white, 
pulsing sky. 

"OooooHHHHHHH!! OOOOOHHHH!! MMMMMNNNNGGHH!! 

She felt herself soaring upward in a wild rush of feeling. At times she was 
suffused with a deep, terrified panic that threatened to stem the tide, but 
this was only momentary, for nothing could stop this great burst of 
excruciating delight. Her body was crazed with sensual' abandon, her hips 
twisting and thrashing, her throbbing cuntal slit a boiling volcano of 
excitement! 

"YEEEEEESSSSSSS," she cried, "YEEEESSSS!!!" 

It seemed like an incredible, endless ride on a roller coaster. Yes! That 
was it! A roller coaster ride she thought, like the ones she rode as a child 
that thrilled and terrified her so much, but this was infinitely better! It 
was as if she was rushing forward, consumed by incredible waves of hot, 
pulsing sexuality! 

I want it to go on and on, she thought! Yes, on and on and on!! Her 
throbbing, steaming vagina was shaking with ecstasy, her body racked with 
great hot shudders! Her breasts heaved in the torrent of passion! 

"OOOOOHHHHH! AAAANGHNGHNN!! UUUNNHGHUNHG!!" 

She writhed wantonly, savoring every tingling thrill that coursed through 
her. Her legs spread wide, alive with lewd pleasure, stretching and kicking 
as she manipulated herself in obscene abandon. 

"UUUUUUNNNNGHGH," she shrieked, "OOOOHHHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" 

Her nostrils flared as she smelled the pungent odor of her body sweat mixed 
with the sweet perfume of the sachet she kept in her pillow; now it seemed 
like an incredible aphrodisiac that enhanced her groaning orgiastic release! 
( She yearned to remain lost forever in the turbulent, bubbling feeling that 
pervaded her being. But gradually her passion began to subside. The great, 
flowing excitement began to ebb after what seemed like hours of throbbing 
ecstasy, she felt as if she was being lowered by gentle waves onto her bed. 
A sweet coolness that eased and relaxed her wafted over her body. Slowly she 
sank back into the sheets and pillows, her wet vagina drained and weary. 

She lay still in the silence for a few moments, then opened her eyes, gazing 
at the moonlit bedroom before her. As she gathered her senses, she slowly 
realized what she had done. She gasped in disbelief, then shuddered with 
shame as she remembered the terrible act she had promised herself she would 
never commit again! Her body suddenly felt ice cold; a chilling wave of 
remorse swept over her. She clutched at the pillow that lay next to hers as 
if it was the hard, strong body of her husband. 

"Oh David," she sobbed, "come home soon darling! Hurry back to me! Please! 
Please!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The sun streamed in brightly through the windows. Marianne woke with a start 
and glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 12:00! She rarely slept this 
late, but the restless activity of the night before had sent her into a 
heavy slumber. She threw back the covers and went into the bathroom to 
shower. 

I won't be jealous anymore, she resolved as the warm water splashed 
pleasantly down her body. I know David loves me and I trust him. She felt 
calm now, relaxed; it was if the beauty and freshness of the day were a good 
omen of things to come. 

As she washed she thought of her husband, the smooth golden skin of his 
body, his thick brown hair, the long curling lashes that set off his deep 
brown eyes. How she loved to make love with him. He had been the first and 
only man she had ever loved, and on their marriage night he was tender and 
gently with her, yet took her to ecstatic heights of feeling she had never 
known existed. Certainly her girlhood days at the Cold Brook Academy hadn't 
prepared-her for the wonderful, thrilling feeling she got when David's long, 
hard shaft slipped into the moist furrow of her vagina ... there in the 
shower she Could almost feel it between her legs, as if her husband had come 
home unexpectedly and surprised her there, rubbing his hands over her wet 
body. She smiled at the thought and spread her legs as if he were there, 
actually doing it to her. 

Oh, how wonderful it will be when he comes home, she thought. 

Marianne decided to banish all thoughts of doubt and jealousy and to be the 
picture of happiness for her husband's homecoming. Humming merrily, she 
stepped out of the shower, shut off the water, and dried herself luxuriantly 
with the thick towel. In a few minutes she had made herself up, accenting 
her eyes with a dark liner, tinting her lips and cheeks with a pale pink 
coloring. She chose a tight-fitting skirt and blouse that showed her body 
off to ample advantage. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror after 
she had dressed, turning around to see how she looked from all angles. She 
liked the jutting ripeness of her breasts, David always admired them so 
much, and the flatness of her stomach, the smooth languid curves of her 
buttocks shown off to teasing advantage by the thin material of the tight 
skirt. 

She left the bedroom, satisfied with how she looked and went downstairs to 
make breakfast. 

As the coffee perked on the stove, she leafed through the morning mail. In 
the pile of bills there' was a letter from David! Trembling with excitement, 
her fingers tore at the envelope and she eagerly read the contents: My 
Darling: 

Sorry I haven't written sooner, but this trip has been very hectic! I've 
missed you very much. Cincinatti is a beautiful city, but without you it 
seems empty and boring. How I wish you were here to share my lonely hours 
with me ... A feeling of great warmth surged through Marianne's body. David 
loved her! This letter was proof enough of his feelings wasn't it? How 
foolish she had been. She read further.... 

Things are going very well, and our business trip looks to be a huge 
success! What an amazing woman Susan Grant is! Efficient, thorough, 
intelligent, as well as being a superb businesswoman. A combination like 
this is hard to come by these days, and watching her work and learning from 
her has been a pleasure. : . Marianne felt her body stiffen, her lips 
tighten. Jealousy again rampaged through her mind.... 

If it hadn't been for Susan I don't know what I'd have done these past few 
days. Being with her had made all the difference! 

I'll be home on the eleventh, probably late. See you then sweetheart! 

Love, David 

The eleventh! That was today! He must have sent the letter out days ago. The 
mails are so slow, she thought angrily. She crumpled up the letter and threw 
it to the floor. Susan Grant! Susan Grant! That's all he can write about, 
she thought. Hardly a word to her, only praise and admiration for Susan 
Grant! She walked impatiently through the house trying to get control of her 
thoughts. Despite all of her good intentions she was once again consumed 
with jealousy. In the living room she saw the book she had been reading and 
she remembered the lewd act she had performed the night before. She felt 
suffused with guilt, revolted at the idea that she could allow herself to be 
so low and degraded! 

It's his fault, she thought darkly. If he wasn't away so much I wouldn't be 
driven to these' things! I'm so lonely I don't know what I'm doing half the 
time! 

David told her over and over that this was one of the occupational hazards 
of the field he was in, that there was no way to avoid it and still be 
successful; she had tried to understand it, but no explanations in the world 
could make up for her husband's absences. Tears came to her eyes and she 
felt confused and lost. She picked up the book and quickly put it away in a 
drawer, hoping to shut out the memory of last night's indiscretion. "I won't 
even let myself be tempted!" she thought. She decided to lose herself in 
housework, and to wait for her husband to come home. "I'll talk to him about 
Susan," she thought, "Get it out in the open honestly. There's no use 
worrying like this. I'll talk to David. He'll understand." 

* * * 

Marianne had just put the meatloaf in the oven when she heard the sound of 
David's car in the driveway. She ran to the living room and checked herself 
in the mirror; she looked the picture of a loving wife, and she desperately 
hoped her husband would find her desirable and attractive. The front door 
opened and David came in, his hair tousled, a. broad grin on his face. 

"Hello, sweetheart," he said, "God, I've missed you!" 

They moved quickly to each other and embraced tightly. David exulted at the 
feel of his young wife's well-filled frame, as his hands moved up and down 
the firm, slim back, he could feel the graceful line of her backbone and the 
softness of her flesh through the thin material of her blouse. He delighted 
in the enchanting fragrance of her perfume, and he let his hands roam down 
to the enticing curves of her buttocks. How smooth and round they felt, so 
ripe and sensual. A flush of excitement coursed through his lean, hard body, 
his large cock stiffened inside his pants and he drew his wife closer to 
him. They kissed passionately; his tongue flicked over her lips and pushed 
through into her mouth. 

Marianne pulled back instinctively, but David was insistent, lust welling up 
in him with exciting urgency. She loved the feel of his body, his strong, 
hard muscles, his slim, tapering waist; she had melted when he took her into 
his arms. But now, as his hot, wet tongue forced it's way into her mouth she 
grew strangely anxious and wanted to pull back. She struggled against his 
grip and broke away. David looked at her, puzzled. Why, after this long 
separation, would she pull away like this? 

"What's wrong honey?" he asked. 

"Nothing ... nothing...." she said softly, "I should be fixing dinner." 

"The hell with dinner," he said smiling, advancing towards her playfully, 
"I've waited for this for two long weeks and I'm not waiting one minute 
longer! Come here, wife!" 

Laughing, he lunged after her. Marianne moved away from him nervously. 

"David, don't. Please!" 

He stopped and looked at her. 

"What's wrong," he asked, a little testily. "Don't you want me?" 

"Of course I do ... I love you, you know that ... but ... but...." 

"But what?" 

Should I tell him, she thought? It seemed so foolish now, all her doubts and 
worries about him and Susan Grant. She had resolved to speak to him, of 
course, but now ... with him here, so tender and loving ... she was confused 
... her body longing for ecstatic union, but her mind incessantly tortured 
and keeping her from being loving to him. 

"Oh, it's nothing," she said finally. 

"What do you mean, it's nothing?" he asked, an edge of anger now showing in 
his voice. "I come home after two lonely weeks and you pull away from me as 
if I am poison. It's sure as hell something to me! 

Marianne moved away, her fingers nervously twisting at her gold wedding 
ring. 

"Are you sure you were so lonely?" she asked suddenly. 

David stared at her shocked, unbelieving. 

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded. 

She became frightened by his tone, she began to regret having said anything. 

"I want to know what you mean by that!" he demanded harshly. 

"I mean ... I mean maybe Susan Grant kept you from being so lonely!" 

"Susan Grant? What the hell are you talking about? Are we back to that 
again? I thought we'd settled all this before I left!" 

"Then why didn't you call last night?" she asked tearfully, "I waited and 
waited...." 

"I couldn't call, damn it, the business meeting lasted until three this 
morning and I knew you'd be asleep...." 

"Oh you did, did you?" she snarled bitterly, remembering vividly the events 
of the night before and suddenly resenting him for it. 

"Yes! What the hell do you want, an affidavit?" he shouted. 

She tried to backtrack, to avoid the confrontation that loomed now with a 
terrifying inevitability. 

"Oh David, forget I said anything. I've been tired, that's' all. I'll get 
dinner. It's meat loaf, your favorite, and I got some wine. Rose! You know 
how you love rose. And I've made a Boston Cream Pie and...." 

"What are you insinuating about me and Susan Grant," he demanded. "What do 
you think went on while I was away?" 

"Nothing! Nothing." She cried. 

"You're lying," he shouted. "Here I've been breaking my back for two weeks 
in Cincinnatti trying to sew up one of the most important business deals our 
firm has ever had, and you're accusing me of some kind of damn nonsense with 
Susan Grant again! I come home with only one thing on my mind: you. My wife! 
I think how wonderful it will be to get back home and see you. God, I love 
to walk in the door and smell dinner cooking and see you there so beautiful. 
It makes me proud! It makes me want to be the best husband in the world no 
matter how hard I have to work to give you all this." His hand swept around, 
to indicate their beautiful house. "And now I come home and you've made up 
all sorts of vicious lies again!" 

"Don't shout at me," she screamed. 

"It's the same thing that happened the last time I went away! And the time 
before that! How many times do we have to go through this? I'm sick of it!" 
He shouted, tired of his wife's unfounded accusations. 

Tears came to her eyes, her mind reeled. She felt foolish and ashamed. 

"Oh ... David...." she stammered.... 

He looked at her angrily. Why did this have to happen? He had been looking 
forward to a warm, loving evening with his wife and now ... but seeing her 
crying looking so frail and helpless he felt pity for her. He tried to take 
her in his arms, but once again she shuddered and moved away. 

"I ... I think something's burning...." she said and moved quickly towards 
the kitchen. 

David exploded. 

"Yes, damn it," he shouted angrily, "something's burning all right! And it's 
me! I don't know what the hell's wrong with you but I'm fed up, do you hear? 
Fed up!" 

He stamped out of the living room, went up the stairs into the bedroom, and 
slammed the door so hard the whole house shuddered from the noise. A sudden 
silence fell over the house, save for the crackling sound of the meat loaf 
in the oven. Marianne was frightened now, completely unsure of what she felt 
and what she had done. She looked around the kitchen, at the elaborate 
preparations she had made: the wine, the meal, even flowers and candles for 
the table-she had wanted a warm, romantic evening and now.... 

Upstairs she could hear David in the shower. She sat at the kitchen table 
and tried to clear her head. Why had she been so waspish, so mistrustful? 
Perhaps if she tried once again, if she went upstairs and began as if those 
harsh words hadn't taken place, perhaps they could have the warm homecoming 
they had both wanted. Quickly she turned off the oven, blew out the candles 
and went upstairs. By the time she reached the bedroom David had left the 
shower and had gone into his study just off the bedroom. Marianne listened 
at the study door. At first she heard nothing, then the unmistakable sound 
of the door to the liquor cabinet being unlocked. She knew he must be taking 
out a bottle of his favorite scotch. "I've driven him to this," she thought 
to herself. "I've driven him to this by my ridiculous jealousy." 

She was more determined than ever now to make up with him. She quickly 
slipped into her filmiest negligee, noting with pride in the mirror how 
seductive and alluring it made her look. She touched up her makeup and 
dabbed just a bit of Femme D'Amour cologne behind her ears and tantalizingly 
across the top of her breasts. She sat on the bed for a moment to collect 
herself. Be patient, she thought, be loving. He's just come back from a long 
trip, after all ... She rose confidently and moved to the door of the study, 
opened it quietly, and went in. 

David heard the door opening, and the padding of his wife's feet across the 
thick carpet; he noted the strong scent of musky perfume in the air, and the 
heady combination of the perfume and the tingling effects of the Scotch sent 
a shiver of excitation through his cool, naked body. Marianne came up behind 
his chair, leaned down , and blew a wisp of air into his ear; almost 
immediately he felt a shiver of delight, his thick shaft throbbed with 
anticipation. She ran her hands down the front of his chest, kneading the 
hard thick muscles, the feel of the dark curling hair sending electric 
currents through her hands and body. 

"Hello, darling," she whispered, "I'm sorry for what I said. It's so hard 
being without you for so long. Please forgive me." 

Her words at once softened David's anger. He took her hand and pulled her 
around to the front and sat her on his knees. 

"Oh honey," he said, "don't you know there's never been anyone in the world 
for me but you? Never!" 

They embraced, holding each other tightly, and as they did the spell of 
their yearning bodies began to envelop them. How she loved to feel the 
warmth of his naked torso, how wonderful it was to be with him again! Her 
eager lips sought his mouth and she kissed him with a sudden intensity that 
astonished David. She had always been a good loving wife, but he had 
sometimes felt that she was unwilling to go beyond a certain point, to 
experience a passion that surpassed what her background had prepared her 
for. He remembered seeing her in the typing pool, when she had first come to 
work for Computer Associates. She stood out at once from the other 
girls-there was a freshness, and unspoiled beauty about her. Her parents had 
been very careful in her upbringing, sending her to the best private 
schools, at least the best that their spare income running a small clothing 
store would permit. She had been spared the harsh realities that so many 
girls her age had to face, and yet it was this very quality that made her so 
appealing to David. He had been careful never to treat her roughly, to spare 
her those aspects of physical love which might frighten her or spoil her 
gentle sweet innocence, even though this sometimes meant endless patience on 
his part. Yet now, as they kissed, and he felt her hot, probing tongue 
pressing insistently against his lips, he felt joyous! 

She had never been so forward with him! So bold in her passion! He responded 
to her burning kiss eagerly, happily, certain they were just beginning to 
find a new fulfillment. 

Marianne fought whatever inward shame and anxiety she felt surging up in her 
mind to keep her from pressing her lips and tongue so wantonly against her 
husband's mouth. She was determined to show him how much she loved him, to 
make him understand that she needed him. Her moist, darting tongue moved 
past the lips into his mouth, running over the edges of his teeth and 
exploring the soft flesh inside. David reeled back under the pressure of her 
lips and tongue, gasping at the intensity of her feeling. He felt a warm, 
thrilling happiness surge through him, his thick penis springing upward in 
eager response; it grew rock hard, gorged with desire. He arched his body 
back and opened his mouth wide to receive the searing, sensuous kiss of his 
wife. He began to tremble with excitement, thrilled by the feeling of his 
beautiful wife seducing him with such bold, throbbing abandon! 

But suddenly Marianne pulled back, her face twisted in a strange smile. 
Almost before she knew what she was saying, the words blurted out of her: 

"There! Is that better than she does it? Can Susan Grant top that?" David 
was outraged! "What?" he shouted. He shoved her roughly away from him. "You 
bitch!" 

"Don't you dare call me that," Marianne shrieked, "save that kind of talk 
for Susan!" 

Furious beyond all reason, David suddenly slapped her face with the full 
force of his right hand. Marianne screamed and fell back on the floor 
terrified. Her mind reeled. Dazed, she felt the bruised cheek, still burning 
with the slap. 

"You hit me!" she cried, "You've never hit me before!" 

"Maybe I should have done it sooner!" David shouted back. "Pulling a stunt 
like that! That's how you deserve to be treated! Like a whore!" 

"David!" she cried, "Don't you dare!" 

"No?" he shouted, challenged now, "I'll show you!" 

He reached down and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up from the floor 
with a hard jerk!!! He was crazed now, crazed from the dizzying effects of 
the liquor and the animal lust she had called up in him. 

"Oh! You're hurting me!" 

"Yes? Well that's just the beginning!" 

He pulled her savagely into the bedroom and hurled her down on the bed. 

"Please David," she sobbed, "I'm sorry! PLEASE!" 

But he was deaf to her pleading. He wanted her now, no matter what! He was 
tired of words and accusations! He wanted release from the raging passion 
that consumed him and he wanted it now! He reached down and with one hand 
ripped the silky negligee from her body. 

"DAVID!" 

"Shut up, bitch! Keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you!" 

Marianne reeled in humiliation. He had never treated her like this before, 
never! How dare he! 

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he shouted 
drunkenly, "fuck you like the whore you are!" 

Almost before he knew what he was doing he grabbed her roughly by the 
shoulder and thigh and turned her over on her stomach. In a flash of shock 
and disbelief Marianne realized what he had in mind! 

"Oh no! David! NOOOOOO!" 

"Yes! YES! You little bitch!" he roared, caught in the grip of a primitive 
lust that knew no mercy. 

She tried to crawl away across the bed, grasping and clawing at the covers, 
but he pulled her back roughly by the legs. He pressed one hand on her 
shoulders to keep her from moving, and with the other he slapped the white, 
fleshy globes of her buttocks. 

"OOOOHHHH!!" she screamed. "David!" 

The slap had hurt like a sharp sting, yet it felt strangely exciting too, 
reminding her of the times she had been spanked as a child. He slapped the 
shuddering, resilient globes again and again, each blow coming down harder 
and harder; Marianne screamed in pain, and twisted, trying to get away, but 
he held her firmly. Suddenly he stopped and with the palms of his hands he 
roughly spread the shivering cheeks wide and explored the brown orifice of 
her anal passage.... 

"OOOoooohhh...." she moaned, thrilling to the feeling of his fingers in her 
rear crevice. This was new for her, a feeling so totally new that she was 
somehow caught in the spell of the act; the excitement she experienced more 
than banished the shame and revulsion she would normally feel. 

"Mmmmmmm ... ooooohhhh...." she moaned under the tantalizing strokes of his 
fingers. 

Then, with iron cruelty, he jammed the middle finger of his right hand into 
the tight, puckered hole. 

"A A A A AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!" She screamed. 

The pain was too much to endure! She had never known such sharp, horrible 
pain! 

"Stop! STOOOOOP! OOOOOHHHH PLEASE!!!!" She cried. 

But these tortured shrieks only excited David more, drove him more into a 
frenzy of revenge and punishment for the insults he had suffered earlier. He 
jammed his finger in further up the tight crevice, widening it, forcing 
entry as Marianne screamed in terror and pain. 

"AAAAAGGGHHHHH!! OOOOOOHHHHHH NNOOOOOOOO!" He rammed and prodded his finger 
unmercifully into the shuddering passage, sending stinging shafts of pain 
through his wife's twisting, tortured body. She pulled away, desperately 
grabbing at the bed covers, trying in any way she could to escape this 
insane humiliation, but David would not be stopped. Holding her firmly, he 
quickly removed his finger from her aching, throbbing anal passage and 
pulled her hips upwards towards him into a kneeling position so that she had 
to balance herself on her elbows with her buttocks waving lewd and helpless 
in the air. She tried to struggle, but David gripped her firmly, his fingers 
digging harshly into the soft, cringing flesh of her hips. 

She moaned, overcome with humilitation, pleading with him to stop, but he 
was deaf to her cries. She began to sob hysterically. 

"NOOOOOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEEASE!" She begged. 

David knelt behind her, his body arching obscenely, triumphantly, like a 
conquering warrior. His thick, swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, 
stood erect and arched like his body. Now! He thought, Now!! 

Marianne felt the hard rubbery head of his shaft exploring her from behind; 
it was poised at the head of her anal passage like a wooden spear ready to 
plunge into the heart of its helpless victim. 

"David Please!" She cried, sobbing, "PLEASE don't!" 

"Damn you!" he growled, and with sudden anger he plunged the thick, gorged 
rod savagely into the tight, virgin anus. It rammed in with a vicious jerk 
that sent Marianne's body thrusting forward in agony. 

OOOOOHHHHHHHHH NNNNNOOOOOO!" She cried, her rectal crevice consumed with 
sharp, searing pain, a pain that shot forward up her back like a hot, lead 
bullet. 

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" 

The thought of this inhuman perverted act filled her with shame and 
loathing. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined such a thing 
could ever happen to anyone, let alone herself, yet here was her own husband 
doing this bestial thing to her. She was being humiliated like a beated 
captive kneeling in shame before him. 

David looked down angrily at his wife's tightly resisting asshole. He 
grunted, pushing his long, hot penis further and further into the tense, 
throbbing interior. 

"OOOOOH, please stop, please! I can't stand it!" she cried, trying to pull 
forward in escape. But he gripped her flesh more tightly, digging his nails 
into the tender whiteness of her hips, forcing her to remain and imbedded 
his thick, gorged cock even deeper. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, sounding like a wounded animal, her head 
thrown back as she cried in pain. 

The he began to fuck her slowly in and out, each sodomizing thrust widening 
the straining elastic channel and easing his illicit entry. 

"I'll show her!" he thought angrily. "Treating me like this!" 

His fury rose as he thought of the warm homecoming he had been denied and 
the insulting, jealous accusations she had hurled at him earlier! He moved 
more harshly now, increasing his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at 
the moist flesh of her vaginal slit, aching and pained by the violent 
tearing at her rectal passage. The harsh, cruel strokes came faster and 
faster. 

"A A AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!" she screamed. "NNNOOOO!" 

She felt as if she was being ripped apart by a flaming poker, torn to shreds 
by the hot iron shaft of his penis. He pumped his hips back and forth, back 
and forth, his wife screaming in pain as the hard, thick piston rammed 
between the tight, bruised walls of her backside. 

"PLEEEEEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE NOOOOOO!" She screamed. 

But nothing could stop him now. He rammed and shoved, lust and excitement 
surging through him. His body was covered with sweat and the musky odor of 
his sweat and her perfume drove him on; his straining, battering rod was 
like the steel piston of a train, roaring back and forth, deeper and 
deeper.... 

Marianne was consumed by pain now, racked by the terrible punishment her 
husband was inflicting on her for her irrational thoughts and impulses. The 
bruised walls of her anal passage were burning under the fierce shocks. She 
had never felt such pain in her life. 

I can't bear it! She thought. No more! No more! I'll be torn apart like a 
helpless animal under the ripping, slicing claws of an outraged lion! The 
agony was at its height now and she screamed in pain. 

The thrashing of her body and her piercing cries only increased David's wild 
animal thrusts. He grunted and heaved, his own body shot through with a 
turbulent mixture of rage and lust! He thrust his thick, blood-gorged cock 
deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously! 

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" He shouted! "IT'S ALL YOU DESERVE!" 

"AAAANNNNNGGGGHHHH!" She cried! "NOOOOOOO, PLEEEASE NOOOOOOO!" 

But suddenly, as the torturous punishment reached it's apex, Marianne 
surrendered totally to it....and a new feeling began to ripple through her 
body; out of the humiliation and shame came a new feeling of sensuality and 
excitement. She felt she was melting, as if her body was bathed in 
voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain seem bearable, yes even 
delicious.... 

"OOOOHHHH ... DAVID ... Ooooooh!" She moaned. 

David was grunting and moaning now, his body sweating, tense and alive with 
excitement. He increased his tempo and plunged his swollen penis still 
deeper into her heaving, shuddering passage! He rammed back and forth, 
driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality and she received his iron 
blows with a gasping ecstasy. Suddenly she was caught up in a whirling, 
boiling vortex of excitement, she felt extraordinary thrills surging in her 
loins, her body steaming with heightened passion and sensuality.... 

"OOOOOOOH! I'M CUMMMMMINGGG!" She cried. "I'M CUUUUUUUMMMMMMINNN)NG!" 

As she cried out, David felt his body begin to respond to her mounting 
orgasm, he could feel the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his 
throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He 
was cumming too! 

"AAAAAAGHHHHHHH!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his mighty 
load like a cannon into her hot steaming anus. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH B A A A ABEEEEEE!" He groaned. "OOOOOHHHHH BAAAABBBBEEEEE! 
AAAAAGGGHHHH!" 

He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged prick shot the 
torrent of white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging 
river enter her like lava, streaming into her loins and seeming to spread 
out through her entire splintering exploding body. On and on it came, a 
seemingly never ending rocket-load of turbulent gism. David could feel it 
streaming through his long, thick rod and gushing through the charged 
rubbery head. 

He felt wildly excited, like an ecstatic, conquering warrior chieftain, 
shooting his turbulent cum into the shuddering rear of his slave-captive, 
forcing her to submit to his harsh cruelty. An ancient primitive exaltation 
consumed him as he released his white, boiling sperm into her asshole. 

"AAAAAAHHHHH! UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!" He grunted triumphantly! 

His grip on her hips tightened! She screamed as the force of his clawing 
fingers increased the stabbing, shuddering thrills she now felt. Her hot, 
throbbing cunt secreted its own violent juices as she responded in estatic 
orgasm to his wild moans and cries. 

"Oooooooo! Yeeeeeessss!" She groaned. "Yeeeessss!" 

Then, suddenly spent of his male juices, David pulled his cock out of her 
rectal passage. There was a sudden POP! as the still gorged, thick head 
pulled away from the stretched, aching hole. He quickly slumped to the bed, 
his back turned to her as if to end all further communication. Exhausted, 
drained from the violent activity, he soon fell into a heavy sleep. 

Beside him, Marianne had crumpled into the sheets, her body still trembling 
from the excruciating violence and pleasure of the act. Pain still spread 
through her buttocks and rippled up her spine, a merciless reminder of the 
humiliating agony she had just suffered. Slowly she adjusted her body and 
lay stiffly next to her silent husband. 

She stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, tears welling up in her eyes, 
and wondered if there was yet more debasement in store for her. 

Later, much later, she fell into a tense, restless sleep. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

David rose early the next morning and was driving to work well before 
Marianne had even begun to stir. He wanted no part of a confrontation and 
needed to think things through calmly at the office. He parked the car in 
his usual parking lot, returning the friendly grin and "good morning!" from 
the attendant with a stiff nod. He didn't mean to-seem cold, but the 
weariness of the journey compounded with the troubled evening he had gave 
him the feeling he was almost underwater, working on will power alone; he 
was groggy, tired, and still very angry. He walked through the wide glass 
doors that led into the massive skyscraper where his firm kept it's 
executive offices. He tried to smile at the young girl who sold newspapers 
and cigarettes in the lobby, and he even managed a relatively warm greeting 
to the small, somewhat nervous man who ran the elevator. 

"Fifteenth floor, that's it, isn't it, Mr. Wright?" 

"That's it, Joe," he said. 

The car filled quickly with secretaries, clerks, and others, like himself, 
young executives, there were the usual greetings and half-hearted jokes. It 
seemed forever before the overhead light flashed fifteen. The doors slid 
open and he moved into the bright, modern offices of Computer Associates. 

"Good morning, Mr. Wright!" the receptionist chirped. 

"Hello Loretta," he said, smiling at the cute, young redhead behind the 
desk. 

"Miss Grant said I should corner you the minute you came in and tell you to 
run-not-walk to her office as soon as possible!" 

David smiled. . 

"If I don't get some coffee first I'll have to stumble into her office." 

"There's some fresh coffee right on your desk," she said, "made it myself 
from an old family recipe!" 

"Loretta, you think of everything, don't you?" 

"Well...." she said, looking at him coyly, "almost everything." 

"Thanks," he said, too sleepy even to pick up the hint of flirtation from 
the girl. He moved down the white and blue corridors, his shoes clicking 
smartly on the shining tile. The brisk coolness of the air conditioning had 
already begun to clear his head a little, and when he got to the office he 
drank some of Loretta's coffee with relish. He sat at his desk, lit up a 
cigarette and glanced around the office. 

He liked the smart wood paneling, and the expensive modern furniture; gazing 
out the window he saw the familiar panorama: gleaming skyscrapers that 
spanned time and decades. It always gave him a good feeling to look at this 
impressive view. It gave him a sense of power, yes even of manliness, to 
know that he was part of this complex world of business, technology, and 
electronics-concrete testimonials to man's inventiveness and brilliance. Yet 
he had never I been able to communicate what he felt about this world to his 
wife. She never understood his love for this mighty world of stone, 
architecture and builder's tools. 

Maybe that's what's wrong between us, he thought. If we could only 
communicate more we might not fight so much. But there seemed no way around 
Marianne's obsessive jealousy; a wave of anger swept over him again as he 
remembered her accusations. He was particularly incensed because he had 
never allowed the idea of pursuing another woman to enter his mind! 
Particularly Susan Grant. Not that she was unattractive, far from it! But 
knowing the feelings that such an intimate business relationship might 
create for his wife he had gone out of his way to avoid an amorous situation 
between he and Susan. And yet despite all this his wife still accused him, 
and he was furious! 

"Hey, handsome, how about a little of your time?" 

It was a woman's voice, low and husky. He glanced up and saw Susan Grant 
coming into the office. She was a striking woman, about five foot six, with 
a stunning, well-developed body; in the svelte lines of her tailored 
business suit David could see the firm, ripe swelling of her breasts, the 
slim tapered waist, the full hips and her long, slender legs. Her face was 
framed with black, lustrous hair, curled and coiffed in an elegant hairdo; 
the shining, cascading mane set off perfectly the porcelain whiteness of her 
skin, the cat-like green eyes, and the natural redness of her lips. She 
looked much younger than her thirty years would indicate. 

"You look like something the cat dragged in," she said. "Rough night?" she 
asked, arching her eyebrow slightly. 

David turned away evasively; he felt caught by her timely entrance, and did 
not want to reveal to her the turmoil he felt. 

"Oh, just a little tired. You know that was a hell of a rough trip." 

"I'll say," she agreed, "the minute I got back to my apartment I just 
stripped down to my little old birthday suit and snuggled up in bed. I had 
die most delicious sleep, too!" 

She moved around behind him, glancing at the way his dark hair curled 
slightly over the edge of his white shirt. It was so thick and dark, she had 
wanted to reach out and caress it so many times, but always kept her 
distance. She knew from experience that in a case like this it was better to 
wait for an opening. But if, as she now sensed, their marriage was in 
trouble, that was a different story. She had never liked Marianne much, 
especially since Susan had had her eye on David. But the minute Marianne 
came on the scene David was infatuated and ignored Susan's advances 
completely. She had always resented this, but until now she made no move 
that would betray her feelings. She knew she could have any man she wanted, 
but she wanted David; at the moment it looked like he was on the verge of 
being available. 

She sat on the edge of the desk, next to him, and pulled up her skirt 
slightly to expose the knee. David glanced at her long, sleek legs 
unconsciously, then, catching himself, he turned away guiltily. 

"Wife trouble, honey?" 

David was startled by what she said and almost choked on his coffee. They 
both laughed. 

"Well, just a little," he said, "nothing serious." 

Susan knew it was a lie. 

"Is she jealous?" she asked. 

David turned to her, startled. 

"How did you know?" 

"Oh, it's not unusual, you know. Woman for a boss, naturally the wife is 
bound to get suspicious. Did you work it out all right?" 

David hesitated, not knowing what to say. Susan sensed his difficulty and 
changed the subject. 

"Look," she said brightly, "I'll tell you why I wanted to see you. They've 
just finished redecorating the Executive Suite at the Century Towers. I've 
been dying to see it! Let's go! It's just the thing to pick us up, and we 
can talk over the Cincinatti contract too!" 

David smiled at her. 

"Sure, let's go. Why not?" 

"Why not?" she said, winking at him. 

* * * 

Like their office building, the Century Towers was new, mostly glass, and 
designed by a famous Danish architect. There were fountains and spiraling 
metal sculptures, even a reflecting pool with glittering goldfish. It was a 
world of immeasurable luxury, and David liked the feel of it. He liked the 
way the doormen and desk clerks greeted him with respect and a certain awe. 
He and Susan were treated like royalty as they made their way to the 
elevator. Within seconds they were whisked to the twenty-fifth floor, the 
penthouse, where Computer Associates had recently redecorated it's Executive 
Suite, a suite of rooms kept for important clients from out of town, or for 
entertaining customers, or simply as a retreat for a harried executive; a 
place to relax and take things easy in utter comfort. 

"It's fabulous," Susan exclaimed as they entered the suite, "just fabulous!" 

And it was. Done mostly in white, with dramatic touches of orange and 
yellow. 

"And look at the bedroom!" she cried, flinging open the door. 

It, too, was white, but subtly accented in dark wood paneling. The 
centerpiece was a huge round bed in the exact middle of the room, draped 
with a good cloth. Most of the walls had floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and above 
the bed, suspended from the ceiling, was a huge mirror, slightly tinted with 
a smoky haze that made reflection from the bed below almost unreal, 
dream-like. 

"I can't believe it," David said, staring at the overhead mirror, "this must 
have cost a fortune!" 

"Oh, a small fortune, yes," she said, "but it is worth every penny in terms 
of our image." She tested the mattress. 

"Mmmmmm" she said, glancing towards David, " ... nice and firm." 

They looked at each other fully now, for the first time that day; their eyes 
penetrated deeply and it seemed to David as if he was seeing her not as his 
boss, but as a woman, a voluptuous, exciting woman. But Marianne's face 
suddenly flashed into his mind and he turned away, blushing slightly. He 
moved back into the spacious living room and went into the small, perfectly 
equipped kitchen. He opened a couple of closets and discovered a completely 
stocked bar. 

"How about a martini?" he asked, "It's early, but I think I could use one." 

"Perfect!" Susan said, grinning, "So could I. No reason why we shouldn't 
make ourselves very comfortable. 

David mixed the drinks and watched as she took off her jacket. As he saw the 
outline of her large, full breasts-beneath the gossamer silk of her blouse 
he felt his pulse quicken; a warmth pervaded him. She took a few hairpins 
out of her hair, and her black, shining mane fell around her shoulders. If 
softened her whole appearance, gave her a more sensuous, feline appearance, 
he thought. She kicked off her shoes and leaned back luxuriously on the 
couch. 

"Oooohhh! That feels marvelous!" 

"Here's the drinks," he said, carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher 
of martinis. 

"How about a toast?" she said. 

"Fine, what do we toast to?" 

"To your marriage?" 

David looked at her steadily. 

"I think we should toast to the firm," he replied, "It's a bit more 
appropriate to the moment." 

"Absolutely," she agree. "To the firm!" 

They clinked glasses and sipped. 

As the heady magic of the gin and vermouth began to work on them, David sat 
on the floor next to the sofa, feeling more and more relaxed. He began to 
muse. 

"You know, Susan," he said, "I think if we play our cards right this firm 
could be one of the biggest in the country in three years." 

"Not 'one of, David, THE biggest. You wait. And in one year, not three. I 
guarantee you that!" 

"You're quite a woman, Susan, I don't think I've ever met anyone like you." 

"Thanks...." she said, "you're quite a man." 

David laughed. Then a silence fell. He became somewhat uncomfortable, not 
knowing what to say next, feeling a little guilty about the situation. Susan 
sipped her drink slowly, watching David with growing desire. 

Now, she thought as she watched him, now is the time. 

David stiffened slightly as he felt the delicate tip of Susan's finger trace 
around the hairline at the back of his head. 

"You've got such beautiful hair, David," she said softly, "and I like the 
way you have it cut...." 

"Thanks," he said. He felt torn, one part of him wanted to give in to her 
advance and to return it, but another part of him wanted to pull away and 
close the subject. After all he was a married man, and this was a highly 
dangerous situation. And yet, after all of his wife's insults there seemed 
no reason in the world not to give in to the strange attraction he now felt 
for this woman. The touch of her finger sent a tingling sensation through 
his neck and back, his body started to come alive, his genitals were 
beginning to stir with feeling. She began to stroke the back of his head.... 

"Susan...." he said, pulling away slightly, "I don't know if we should...." 

"David...." she said, gazing at him steadily, hypnotically, "look, I know 
what's going on. I can tell when a man isn't getting what he needs from a 
woman. I like Marianne, you know that, but she can't give you what you need, 
can she? This world, our world, is something she can't understand like we 
do. Am I right?" 

David nodded slowly, remembering their endless quarrels. 

"She doesn't have to know about this," she continued, "unless you want her 
to know. This is between us." 

She moved closer, whispering into his ear. 

"I can give you what you need, David, and I can give it to you the way you 
want it. All you have to do is ask." 

David turned and looked at her. Her green eyes seemed to glitter-she seemed 
to radiate sensuality and a promise of wild excitement. His heart was 
pounding; he moved towards her almost involuntarily, impelled as if from 
within, drawn irresistably to this stunning creature. With a little cry, his 
arms suddenly reached out for her, and they embraced quickly, kissing 
hungrily, finally able to release what had been pent up and hidden for so 
long. 

"OOOOhh, David, ooohhh how nice!" 

He kissed her neck, her face, his hand caressing the shining black hair, 
thrilling him with the way it felt. Her lips sought his eagerly, and she 
plunged her hot, moist tongue deep between his lips, exploring the teeth, 
the soft flesh; then his tongue pushed hers back and he penetrated her mouth 
with equal excitement. Their bodies pressed close and Susan's hand quickly 
roved down between David's legs where she felt the thick, stiff penis, hot 
with need and desire, straining against the material of his pants. She began 
to massage it skillfully; David, feeling the erotic movement of her hand, 
became wildly excited. He moaned as she grabbed the soft, pulsing mound of 
his testicles through his trousers. His hand quickly found its way up the 
back of her blouse and he swiftly undid the clasps of the bra. His hand 
moved in to feel the soft, resilient orbs, his fingers lightly brushed the 
tips of her breasts and they stiffened and stood erect under his touch. He 
felt a sharp sensation on his earlobe as Susan nibbled the soft flesh with 
her teeth, biting slightly, then biting a little harder. Af first David 
didn't like the forwardness of her action, but the slight, sharp pain he 
felt when she bit there was undeniably exciting to feel and his body tingled 
when she did it. He moaned pleasurably. 

"Like that?" she whispered. 

Suddenly she bent down and kissed his neck so hard that the intensity of her 
kiss made a little red welt on his skin; it sent shudders of erotic yearning 
coursing through his body, his genitals throbbed excitedly, yearning for 
more. 

"Oooooh, baby...." he groaned. 

Free of all restraint now, they began tearing at each other's clothes. 
Blouse, skirt, trousers, shirt, socks, flew every which way. Within moments 
they were clasping each other's hot naked bodies with ravenous desire. Hands 
were touching, rubbing, caressing the skin; Susan loved the feel of the 
tall, hard body she held; her hands roamed eagerly over the muscular 
shoulders, the rippling, tapered back, the strong, round buttocks that 
seemed charged with strength, the thighs, the flanks. She kneaded the tufted 
hair on his chest. 

"You're beautiful," , she gasped, "beautiful!" 

David, hot with desire, felt the satin-smooth texture of her skin-her body 
was soft, like sculptured cream, undulating lewdly under the touch of his 
broad, grasping hands. Her pelvis moved back and forth inviting his 
throbbing cock to undreamed of delight. He felt his gorged shaft standing 
erect, hard as a rock and pulsing to go into her. Her hands flew to his 
massive rod and began to massage him into a frenzy of lust; she skillfully 
pulled back the velvety foreskin to expose the charged, rubbery head, 
teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves 
that thrilled David as never before. 

His fingers roamed quickly to the curling strands of hair that surrounded 
her vaginal slit, he explored the moist pubic patch with trembling 
excitement. 

Susan cried with pleasure as she felt his fingers run the length of the hot, 
wet furrow. He delicately flicked the clitoris which hardened instantly, 
sending a shiver of electricity through her; his hand grasped her pussy 
wantonly, obscenely, and he pushed his finger into the wet, throbbing vagina 
as Susan gasped with pleasure. 

"Oh yes!! Babeeee!!" she cried, opening her legs to receive his stroking 
finger; she moved her hips lewdly to give him ease of entry. 

David was delighted that she had none of the frustrating resistances he had 
felt from his wife-he felt freed as never before to explore the depths of 
his passion. He hungrily moved his finger into the moist, throbbing interior 
of her cuntal canal, deftly driving her to wild, erotic excitement. She 
gasped with delight. 

"Oh, yes, come to me!" she cried, "come to me!" 

Susan quickly lay back on the couch, and in seconds David was upon her; they 
were no longer business associates, they were past all sense of worldly role 
or identity, past all guilt or conscience, they were caught in a turbulent, 
vulgar act that defied reason. Susan cried out in pain and pleasure as David 
plunged his massive, gorged shaft into the wet, throbbing folds of her 
vaginal slit. He sank deep into her and the intensity of the feeling that 
passed between them was beyond their wildest dreams. 

"Oooohhh!" she moaned, "You feel so good ... soo good!" 

Now he began to move his cock in and out of her, increasing his rhythm as he 
went; Susan pumped back eagerly, her vaginal walls clasping hungrily at his 
ramrod. 

It had been so long since he had know this charged sense of freedom, that 
David was consumed with sensuality. He began to ram her with mounting 
intensity. He had held back so long with his mistrustful wife, trying to be 
gentle, that he had kept a firm hold on his deeper, more obscene urges. But 
now, thrashing with abandon, with this green-eyed, raven-haired amazon 
beneath him, driving him to ecstatic excesses he had never known before, he 
felt exultant, and he drove himself into a frenzy of lusty excitement such 
as he had not known for years. 

"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you!" He shouted savagely. 

At first Susan was shocked at the intensity of his cries, but it excited her 
too, and as she felt his sweating, sinewy body twisting and plunging into 
her, taking her to excruciating heights of sensuality, she found herself 
crying out the same lewd phrases. . 

"Oh yes, YEEEESSSS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DO IT HARDER!" She screamed, "HARDER! 
HURT ME! HURT ME!" 

Her wanton words and the sight of her eyes pleading wildly multiplied 
David's sense of grunting abandon. So he thought, that was how she liked it! 
He rammed at her now without mercy, the hard, rubbery buttocks bobbing up 
and down, his long thick cock gorged to the bursting point, his body wet 
with sweat. His round, throbbing balls slapped against the wet furrow of her 
anal passage. He felt every muscle tense, alive with excitement, straining 
under a torrent of lust. 

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure, reveling 
obscenely; the knowledge that she was his office superior only increased her 
pleasure; she was a woman used to using men, for whatever she needed, and 
now she had David! it was beyond her wildest expectations. The harder he 
drove into her, the more she wanted, and if it hurt and bruised her, that 
made it all the more exciting, for the pain was mixed with sensual 
excitement like an incredible aphrodisiac. She loved the feeling of his 
iron-hard prick tearing at her, plunging mercilessly along the shuddering 
walls of her hot pussy. She screamed with delight as he began to suck and 
bite her nipples, to pierce her with Utile ripples of pain and pleasure. 

"Yeeesss!" she cried, "That's it! 

OOOOHHHH BBBBAAABBY!" 

David felt charged to the full extent of his manhood, he felt that he was at 
last getting the kind of release he had been waiting for. He smote her like 
a bull-god, pumping his driving cock into her pulsing, wet vagina, that 
opened upwards to receive him greedily. 

As their hands roved lewdly over each other's hot, moist bodies, David felt 
his seed begin to surge and gather in his loins; the enlarged, wet balls 
slapping at her eager pussy began to bulge with white, bubbling cum and in 
this new excitement he redoubled his intensity. Susan felt the change in 
him, and at the same time felt herself bathed in a new exultancy, the 
throbbing in her pussy seemed to grow, she was being bathed in waves of 
pleasure, shot through with tingles of delight. 

"OOOOHHHHH!" she moaned, "YESSSSSSS!!! I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGG!" 

David was at the bursting point now too, mad with desire; his gorged cock 
was ready to explode with cum and suddenly the moment came, he shot his 
steaming river-load of hot seed into her. She felt flooded with warm, 
exciting wetness. It spread through her as her legs and body thrashed 
wildly. 

"UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!" She cried. 

"OOOOOHHHHH BAAAABBBEE!!" David shouted, spasmodically shooting his surging 
cum into her. "OOOHHH YEEEEEESSSSSS!" 

The feeling of releasing himself fully, ejaculating wantonly into this woman 
he had known for so long under highly different circumstances, gave David 
immense pleasure, a strange sort of delight. It seemed to give him an erotic 
freedom he had always denied himself. For now he drove himself brutally into 
her, in a way he would never act with his wife, his eyes glazed with mad 
excitement, emptying himself triumphantly. She received his piston-like 
strokes eagerly, her eyes closed, her hands clasping the rippling muscles of 
his back and shoulders. She felt her own cuntal juices flowing freely, and 
seemed to be released from the aching tension and pressure of her job and 
her life. She gave herself totally to the feeling, knowing this was what she 
craved more than anything; this delicious feeling of erotic completeness. 
She was lost in a river of lust and orgasm. She felt her female juices 
draining away, and the turbulence of the orgasm began to diminish and ebb 
away. 

Gradually David spent himself completely and lay back next to her on the 
wide sofa, exhausted and satisfied. 

Susan looked at him through half-lowered eyelids. She relished the warm, 
luscious feeling that pervaded her. 

"Say...." she whispered, "that was really something. I didn't know what I've 
been missing." 

"Neither did I," David said., reaching for the tray of martinis. "Maybe we 
should have done this sooner." 

Susan smiled at him, delighted over the unexpected turn of events that day. 

"Well," she said lazily, "better late than never." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Later that day, at about noon, Marianne Wright stood at the corner of 73rd 
and ninth; she waited patiently for the light to change. It was scarcely an 
hour ago that she had decided, on impulse, to visit David at the office, 
persuade him to have lunch with her, and perhaps iron out their differences. 
She felt a little foolish; perhaps, she thought, he'll be angry with me for 
coming down to the office like this without even calling, but I just 
couldn't wait any longer. He was out of the house so early, I didn't have a 
chance to talk to him. 

She was dressed in a tight-fitting skirt and blouse and wore a bright yellow 
sweater over her shoulders. To all the wanted desperately to do something 
about it, but what? 

Soon she was in front of the huge skyscraper. She hesitated-she hadn't been 
back to the familiar building since the early days of their marriage. She 
had missed working, missed the gossip and the jokes with the other girls, 
and the routine of an interesting, well-paying job. Now, as she stood before 
the door, terrified to go inside again, she realized how much her life had 
changed in so short a time. 

She pushed her way through the doors, walked straight to the elevator and 
was soon on the fifteenth floor. As the doors of the elevator parted, she 
walked out into the familiar corridor. 

"Marianne! What a surprise to see you here!" 

"Hello, Loretta, how are you?" 

The two girls embraced and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. 

"You look terrific," Loretta gushed, "Gee, it must be great to be away from 
the grind and to sit around and be lazy all day." 

"I guess so," Marianne said stiffly, remembering with irony the events of 
the night before. "Is David in the office? I want to see him for a minute." 

"Gee, I don't think so He and Miss Grant went out about two hours ago...." 

Marianne went pale, but recovered quickly. 

"Oh," she said softly, "Well, I guess I won't wait, I have some things to 
do." 

She turned quickly and started back to the elevator, when the doors opened 
and a handsome, sandy-haired man of about twenty-eight walked out. 

"Marianne! My God, what a surprise!" 

"Hello Don." 

It was Don Peterson, one of the top computer programmers in the country, and 
also, Marianne remembered ruefully, the biggest playboy in the firm. He was 
jauntily dressed in a bright mod-styled jacket, tie and tight flared pants. 

Don and Susan had known each other at work, and more than once Marianne had 
to artfully dodge being pinched behind the files, or being cornered in the 
elevator. Not that Don wasn't attractive, by no means. His boyish good 
looks, his freckled face with sparkling blue eyes, and his six-foot muscular 
body, kept in top condition with daily workouts in the executive's 
gymnasium, were most appealing, not just to Marianne but to all the girls. 
But Don had a reputation of "love-em and-leave-em," he was a confirmed 
bachelor with one thing on his mind: sex. 

Don grabbed her in his familiar bear-hug and squeezed her tightly. 

"Oh, it's good to see you, sweetheart! Baby, the typing pool lost it's 
prettiest chickie when you got snagged! What are you doing down here 
anyway?" 

"Oh...." she stammered nervously, " ... oh ... I just came down to surprise 
David and maybe have lunch...." 

"Well, the old boy's out having one of his tete-a-tete's with Susan." 

Marianne turned away, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. 

Oh damn, she thought, I don't want them to see me like this! Not Loretta, 
why she'll gossip to all the other girls and God knows what Don will make of 
all this! 

"Hey . ... what's this?" Don turned her face up to his; he was the very 
model of sympathy and understanding. "Crying? What's the matter? Can I 
help?" 

"Is everything all right, Marianne?" said Loretta, her interest peaked by 
Marianne's sudden breakdown. She was alert for any new gossip. 

"No ... no, I'm all right, really." 

Marianne felt ashamed and humiliated. She wanted desperately to get out of 
the office, away from Don and from Loretta's probing stare. 

Don could sense her dilemma and took her arm gently. 

"Look, come on and have lunch with me and we'll talk it over. I think you 
need a shoulder to cry on and I've got a shoulder here just aching to be 
used." He smiled warmly. "How about it?" 

Although she didn't trust Don, she felt that under the circumstances she had 
no choice but to go along with his invitation. She was confused and hurt; 
she had to get out of the office. But with Don.... 

"I know a quiet little place near here,', he said, his voice soothing and 
confidential. "Come on, a drink will relax you and you can tell me all about 
it if you want to. Okay?" 

"All right," she said, brushing the tears from her eyes. "All right...." 

They moved quickly into the elevator. 

The waiter set the drinks on the table before them. They were in a booth in 
a secluded corner of the cocktail lounge about two blocks from the office. 
They sipped their drinks in silence. Marianne felt strange, being with a man 
she didn't trust in this dimly-lit place. It was a far cry from her routine 
of shopping and house-cleaning. She felt guilty and uncomfortable. She was 
sure she was doing the wrong thing, but felt helpless and needed desperately 
to talk. 

"Now, tell old Don what's going on, huh?" 

"Oh ... it's nothing....really...." 

"Nothing? You burst into tears the first time you visit the office in months 
and now you tell me there's nothing wrong? Look, Marianne, I know you think 
I'm just an office Romeo, but I've got a heart too. You can trust me. Honest 
Injun!" 

Marianne smiled in spite of herself. She had to admit he was a charming 
man....and maybe she had misjudged him after all. She took another sip of 
her drink and felt a warmth go through her; slowly her muscles began to 
relax for the first time in days. She felt more mellow and leaned back in 
the upholstered booth. 

"Oh, it's my old jealousy, Don ... I keep making up stories in my head 
about....about David and Susan Grant. I know there's absolutely nothing to 
it, but I can't get it out of my mind that they're having an affair!" Don 
grinned slyly. 

"What makes you so sure there's nothing to it?" He asked. 

Marianne looked at him with intensity. What was he saying? she thought....is 
he implying that ... no ... no it couldn't be true. 

"Don....what do you mean?" 

"Gee," he said innocently, "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything ... I mean 
I could be wrong about it...." 

"Wrong about what?" she asked sharply. 

"Well ... hell, I thought everybody knew about David and Susan, I mean, you 
know they work so close together, I thought you knew." 

"You mean...." you mean you think they're having an affair?" 

"Think?" David laughed. "Oh, you're as sweet and innocent as ever. Of 
course, you can't ever really be sure but the gossip around the office...." 

Marianne was suddenly racked with sobs. Don put his arms around her and she 
willingly let herself be held, crushing her tear-streaked face to his 
strong, muscular chest. 

"Oh Don . ... I didn't know...." 

"You poor kid," he said, stroking her hair, and letting his hand rove 
playfully down her back. 

She's still as luscious as ever, he thought to himself, as she wept quietly 
in his arms. He wondered how it would feel to take her in his arms and kiss 
her hotly, undressing her slowly, savoring each beautiful, lithe section of 
her perfect body, covering her with kisses. He felt his cock harden as he 
held her there in the lounge, and a strong surge of desire swept through 
him. Oh, how he longed to fuck her, to ram his thick, stiff rod into her 
sweet golden pussy. 

Suddenly Marianne broke the embrace and wiped the tears from her eyes with a 
handkerchief, feeling embarrassed at having acted so foolishly in a place 
where everyone could see her. 

"Don, where are they now?" She demanded. 

"Gee, I know they went over to the suite at the Towers this morning. I 
haven't seen them since." 

"Take me there!" She said with determination. 

"Oh, baby, don't you think that's going a little far?" 

"No! I've got to get this out in the open now! Before it's too late! Take me 
there, Don. Please!" 

Don smiled at her. Well, why not, he thought. He wondered with delight what 
they would find there. He paid the check and as they left the lounge he 
remembered the charming, round bed with all the mirrors.... 

By the time they arrived at the suite it was empty; the two couples had 
missed each other only by a few minutes. As they moved through the plush 
rooms, Marianne grew bitter seeing the luxurious appointments, imagining 
David and Susan reveling shamelessly, laughing at her. She saw the martini 
glasses, and crushed out cigarettes about the living room floor. 

"Well," Don mused, "it looks like somebody was here, all right. Looks like 
they had quite a time, too." 

Marianne sat stiffly on a chair, feeling completely humiliated. David was 
having an affair, after all; she was sure of it. She thought back over all 
the anguish and soul-searching she had gone through feeling guilty over her 
accusations, and now it turned out that she was right all along. All of 
David's protests and anger had been a pretense!! He and Susan were lovers! 

She bit her lip and determinedly fought back the tears. No, she thought, I'm 
not going to feel sorry for myself any more. 

"Ah," said Don, holding up a bottle of gin, "the demon alcohol!" 

He had found the bar. 

"What'll it be, love? Scotch? Rye? Martini?" 

"I don't care," said Marianne flatly, lighting a cigarette. "Anything." 

As Don mixed the drinks Marianne walked into the bedroom, trying to collect 
herself. She sat down on the bed absently, and took a long puff on her 
cigarette. 

What do I do now, she thought, divorce? Separation? Should I just confront 
David with what Don has told me or what? She suddenly saw her face in the 
mirror across from the bed. She was startled, as she saw her face drawn and 
tense, dark circles seemed to grow under her eyes; her lips were a thin, 
tight line of tension. 

"Bottoms up!" Don walked into the room and handed her a martini. 

Marianne suddenly felt uncomfortable, for she had scarcely realized she had 
wandered into the bedroom. She took the drink and sipped it, trying to 
steady her nerves. She shivered a little as the effects of the mixture took 
hold of her. Don sat beside her. 

"This is quite a room, isn't it?" he said. 

Marianne rose as if to go into the living room, away from Don, but he took 
hold of her hand. 

"Hey, don't be afraid. I'm not Dracula you know." 

"Oh Don," she said, "I know that ... it's just.... 

"It's just that you've had a hell of a shock and you need a little 
relaxation," he said with assurance. "So stop fidgeting and just calm down 
and relax. Come on. Sit down." 

She smiled nervously and sat down next to him on the bed. From somewhere 
inside the walls music came on, soothing and languid. 

"Compliments of the firm. Piped-in music to soothe the tired businessman," 
Don said. 

The shimmering sound of the stereo music, an orchestral arrangement of 
Misty, mixed with the effects of the martinis finally relaxed Marianne. She 
began to feel a little drowsy and warm; she lay back on the bed and felt the 
tension begin to drain out of her. The soft, plush mattress and the 
luxurious feeling of the golden bedspread made her feel like she was in a 
millionaire's mansion. 

"That's it," Don whispered in a soothing tone, "take it easy. Listen baby, 
after what David's done to you, you deserve a little relaxation." 

He's right, she thought to herself. David's had his share of fun, traveling, 
living high, expense accounts, penthouse suites, love affairs ... why 
shouldn't I have some fun too! Damn him, anyway! All sense of conscience and 
morality began to melt away under the influence of the luxury environment 
and Don's artful power of suggestion. 

"That's it," he said, "live a little. It's time you had some fun." 

"Mmmmmm...." she sighed, stretching her body on the bed drowsily, "you're 
absolutely right.,.... 

Don noticed with delight the full, ripe contours of her body. If anything, 
she was even more desirable than she had been when she worked at the office, 
for now she had a little wifely experience, and that experience had given a 
new bloom and roundess to her physique that was compelling. Watching her, 
Don felt his thick rod stiffen again with lust. 

Better be careful, he thought to himself, this is an explosive situation. 
I'd better take it nice and slow. I sure don't want a hysterical woman on my 
hands. 

Marianne felt Don removing her shoes and started to sit up in protest. 

"Take it easy," he said calmly, "I just want you to be more comfortable. Lie 
back ... that's it. It's okay, now just close your eyes." 

She lay back, exhausted by the activity of the past twenty-four hours and 
glad to have someone tell her exactly what to do, to take the situation in 
hand for her. She trusted Don now completely. She felt tired. 

It must be the drinks, she thought, or maybe it's the music. I know I should 
leave here, it's wrong to be in this place with Don, but I'm so sleepy ... 
and so tired of worrying and crying.... 

She heard Don get up and go into the living room; this relaxed her even 
more. She fell into a sort of drowsiness, half-asleep and slightly tipsy 
from the strong martini. Don walked to the bar and refilled his glass. 

If I don't handle this right, he thought, it could sure cause a ruckus at 
the office, particularly with David. But if I'm careful....very careful.... 

Feeling light and sexy from the drinks, he sauntered back into the bedroom. 
His body felt aglow," charged with feeling. And the thought of screwing the 
beautiful, blonde wife of his co-worker made him even more excited. He had 
always been somewhat jealous of David, and the attention Susan Grant had 
showered on him; despite Don's vast experience in computer programming, 
David had gotten most of the plum assignments, and had become Susan's 
protege. Of course Don made an excellent salary and was more than satisfied 
with his work, but still it rankled him that David was the favorite. He had 
tried to seduce Marianne from the first day she came to the office, but she 
would have nothing to do with him. But with David it was a different story, 
she fell for him at once. 

Ah, well, Don thought, time changes everything. He looked at Marianne, 
sleeping lightly on the bed; maybe it was wrong of me to hint around about 
the thing between Susan and David but for all I know it may be true. He 
chuckled to himself. Besides, he thought, I could never resist a little 
white lie if it meant a delightful afternoon with such a pretty creature 
like her. 

He moved into the bedroom and softly closed the door. Very quietly he 
slipped off his shoes, then removed his clothes, watching himself in the 
mirror. He liked the look of his thickly-muscled body, his firm chest with 
the reddish curly hair, his thick sculptured arms, his slim hips, the hard 
round buttocks, the strong thighs that rippled as he moved, and his long, 
muscular legs. He was glad he had been an athlete in college, it had firmed 
up his body, made it hard yet supple. He watched himself in the mirror, 
smiling with narcissistic pleasure. 

Marianne began to move sinuously in her drowsy state as she felt someone 
begin to remove her clothes; at first she thought she was dreaming ... she 
thought she was a little girl again and that it was her father undressing 
her as he had done when she would fall asleep in the living room as a child 
and had to be carried to bed. Then, suddenly, she remembered where she was; 
she opened her eyes with a start. In the smoky mirror overhead she saw the 
naked body of a man removing her clothes with quiet tenderness. It was Don! 
She bolted up. 

"No!" she cried, startled, "No ... no...." 

But Don quieted her artfully. 

"Shhhhh...." he whispered soothingly, "it's going to be all right....it's 
going to be good. ... trust me, baby ... trust me...." 

She wanted desperately to scream! To run out of the room! This was wrong! 
She was being seduced by a man she hardly knew and she was a married woman! 
She was tormented and terrified, yet somehow she couldn't move. She felt 
paralyzed, hypnotized by Don's words. 

Why can't I move? she thought. I've got to get out of here....but then, in a 
blinding flash she thought of David and Susan, remembering the scattered 
cushions in the living room, and a desire for revenge began to consume her. 
Why shouldn't I stay? she thought. If David can do it so can I! Whatever 
happens will serve him right for what he's done to me! 

"Just lay back," Don whispered, "lay back and I'll take care of you. You 
don't have to do a thing. You're beautiful, oh, Marianne, I've never seen 
such a lovely body in my life . ... " 

She was immediately soothed by his comforting words. How wonderful it was to 
have someone take care of her, to soothe her and tell her what to do. She 
lay back willingly. 

Now they were both completely nude. Don's eyes roved lustfully over her 
perfect body. It was better than he dared hope. Her skin was white as 
alabaster, save for the pink aureoles and nipples of her breasts; the golden 
hair of her pubic patch seemed to glisten invitingly, and he could catch a 
glimpse of the fleshy slit nestled in the hair. 

He climbed slowly onto the bed where she lay back, invitingly nude on the 
silky pillows and coverlet. He knelt down, his legs straddling her hips. His 
dangling hairy balls pulsed and swayed lewdly over her, his long, sinewy 
shaft throbbed, stiff with yearning. He knelt over her for a few moments, 
his body erect. He savored the danger and clandestine quality of the affair; 
they might be discovered at any moment by her husband, or his boss, and yet 
this thought only produced a wicked inward chuckle. He felt his naked body 
tingle as the stereo began to play I'm in the Mood for Love.... 

He let his hands play lazily over her body. First he caressed her face, 
relaxing her eyes and facial muscles, teasing her skin with light, delicate 
strokes. Years of experience had taught him just which tricks to use in any 
situation. This was certainly not the first time he had had an affair with 
someone's unhappy wife. 

If happens so often in this business, he thought, smiling. 

Marianne, in her dreamy, half-paralyzed state, felt his fingers glide like 
feathers over her breasts; she felt the skin tingle, then contract; her 
nipples quivered and hardened, the red tips taut with pleasure. He molded 
and kneaded them, relaxing her, yet charging her with sensuality and warmth. 

"Ooooohhhh...." she found herself moaning, almost involuntarily. Don's 
expertise was potent, and was working skillfully against any protestation 
she might have made. 

"Feels good, doesn't it...." he whispered, "feels soooo nice. You deserve to 
feel nice....you deserve everything after what's been done to you...." 

I do, Marianne thought, yes I do deserve it. Why shouldn't I have some 
enjoyment, too? Why shouldn't I have what David has? 

These bitter thoughts reinforced Don's arttul stroking, and bit by bit she 
surrendered entirely. He was caressing her hips and thighs now, while his 
face nuzzled lightly in the soft, velvety planes of her stomach. 

His tongue began to flick lightly over the skin, which grew goose-pimply, 
sending shivers of delight through Marianne's body. She began to move her 
body now, to undulate a little under the darting tongue. He moved down the 
stomach and explored the regions around the furry patch between her legs. 

"Mmmmmmm...." she mewled as she felt his tongue slide closer and closer to 
that tender pink area. She grew excited in anticipation. Don worked so 
skillfully, so teasingly, that the merest suggestion sent thrills of 
excitement through her. Now his tongue darted quickly into the moist, golden 
tangle of hair and found the soft pink crevice of her cuntal slit. 

"AAAAaaaaahhh!" She moaned sharply, as she felt his hot wet tongue begin to 
lick teasingly up the full length of her tender pink vagina. Her whole body 
quivered from the jarring shock of a fleshy, tongue on her naked, open pussy 
for the first time. This was something she had never allowed her husband to 
do. She felt it was sick and wrong! And yet now, enraptured by Don's 
brilliant seduction, she was overcome with excitement and unable to protest. 
She gathered strength and tried to pull away, to clench her thighs close 
together, but Don held her firm in a tight grasp, kneading the ivory mounds 
of her breasts, and continued the wanton darting of his tongue. 

He ran his tongue up and down the moist, trembling slit, probing with the 
magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of her moist, throbbing 
pussy, dabbling at the fleshy outer lips, nibbling playfully at the silken 
strands lining them. Now he found the hardened tip of the clitoris and began 
to probe and suck at it, pulling it, sending excruciating shocks of delight 
through her body. 

"Oooooooohhhhhh!" She groaned, at first revolted by the new feelings he 
invoked in her. But as he continued biting and sucking she was overcome with 
a wild sense of excitement that was deep and thrilling. She began to 
undulate her body and twist her hips, encouraging him further. 

That's it, he thought, that's it! She's coming around at last. There 
shouldn't be any trouble from here on in. 

Don's prediction proved more than true, for as Marianne felt the hot wet 
pleasure of his tonguing, she opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry, 
and pushed her hips upward so as to meet the hungry, probing tongue. Gone 
were all the thoughts of shame and guilt, gone were the feelings that she, a 
married woman, had no right to do such a thing. In her wildly exultant 
state, her legs thrashing with delight, she felt she was getting full 
revenge for her husband's unfaithfulness. If he could have an affair with 
Susan Grant, then she could take advantage of what Don had to offer. These 
thoughts, normally horrifying to her, now simply filled her with a wicked 
sense of pleasure. She was consumed with erotic abandon and gave herself to 
it completely. 

She writhed and squirmed beneath the madly licking tongue until she thought 
she would faint from the ecstatic joy that surged through her loins. She had 
never experienced anything as exciting as this before and she reveled in it. 
Her open cunt was now grinding up into Don's face, crushing his mouth 
cruelly against the slippery wetness, flaring open to devour Don's 
pleasure-giving tongue. 

Don, sweating and passionate, licked greedily, savoring her increased 
excitement. He was exultant that his seduction was successful beyond his 
wildest expectations, and though his massive, gorged prick was pulsing with 
sensual pleasure, he knew that his own satisfaction would be increased if he 
waited for his release until later, when she was fully prepared. Now there 
was the present stimulation of this thrashing, kicking, newly-released woman 
groaning beneath him, his prize for the day! He increased his obscene oral 
manipulation to where she was crazed with excitement. 

She gasped and groaned as Don, stiffening his tongue, plunged it deep, deep 
into her helplessly squirming vaginal hole, rotating it far up inside her. 
It felt wonderful to Marianne, beyond anything she had ever experienced; her 
hips were oscillating in time to the wet probing tongue plunging deep into 
her, and little eddies of forbidden pleasure raced through her. 

"Qoooohhhhh ... OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" 

She cried in pleasure, as Don's tongue licked and darted in and out, 
occasionally flicking lewdly over the clitoris and then back into the 
widening, eager hole. 

She was lost, lost! She didn't care about anything now! Don was right! She 
did deserve this! She had never felt so good in her life, even with David. 
Oh, it felt so good! Soooo gooooood! 

Don was delighted with the way she was responding to his manipulation, 
delighted at his own oral pleasure as he pressed deeply into her hot, wet 
vaginal hole, sucking and probing with consummate skill. 

Marianne began to moan steadily now, in the grips of her coming orgasm. Her 
body began to shudder and melt, whipped to a frenzy by Don's tongue whirling 
around in the velvet-like interior of her cunt, the wet sluicing sounds 
mixing with the sensuous strains of the music. Billows were rising in her, 
she felt near the bursting point, gasping ready to explode with excruciating 
delight. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" She cried from the very depths of her being....her 
body consumed with a rushing, surging electricity. 

"I ... I'm....cu ... cu....CUMMING ... I'M CUUUUUMMMMMING!!" 

She heaved and thrashed like a raving madwoman under the hot, thick tongue 
licking furiously at her pulsing cuntal slit, probing deeply into her, then 
racing wildly over the clitoris and fleshy lips. Hungry flames were 
engulfing her, tremors ran through her body as the inflamed cuntal walls 
dilated and shuddered sending out streams of her warm orgasmic juices to 
cascade down over Don's wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and 
flail, until Anally, exhausted and deeply satiated, she sank back on the 
bed. 

"Oooooohhhhh...." she sighed, luxuriating in the flow that suffused her. She 
felt good, and in the back of her mind was a sense of triumph. "That'll show 
him," she thought, thinking of her husband. 

Don watched her, pleased with his patience and adept performance. But as he 
watched her, he felt his body yearn for it's own release, yearn to spill his 
hot, white male juice into her steaming vagina. He smiled. 

"Take your time, old boy," he thought, "take your time. All things come to 
he who waits." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

David and Marianne scarcely saw each other that night. Each was buried in 
the secret liason of the day and they ate their dinner in silence. The next 
morning, David was again out of the house before Marianne had risen. 

The events of the past couple of days had begun to trouble Marianne deeply, 
and she thought about it that morning over coffee. The danger she had placed 
herself in became more and more apparent. What if David knew what she had 
done? And what if she was forced to confront him about his affair with 
Susan. It all seemed perverted and sordid to her now. It seemed wrong to 
take revenge on David by allowing herself to have an affair with Don; her 
life had been so simple before, and now it was becoming hopelessly 
complicated and ugly. Despite the fact that she had allowed herself to enjoy 
her fling with Don the day before, she now felt revolted at the idea of 
letting herself surrender to him. She decided that the best thing to do was 
to stop before things got any worse. Perhaps if she were more loving to 
David he would stop seeing Susan. Perhaps.... 

The jangling bell of the telephone interrupted her thoughts. It was Don. 

"How are you sweetheart?" he asked brightly. She felt a sinking feeling in 
the pit of her stomach. Why did he have to call? Why couldn't he just leave 
her alone? 

"Marianne? Are you there?" 

"Y....yes...." she stammered softly . ... "I can hardly hear you. Speak 
louder. How are you feeling this morning?" 

She thought she detected a certain leer in his voice; she was determined to 
end the affair here and now. 

"I feel all right," she said quietly. "Look Don, I don't know how to say 
thi...." 

"You don't have to say a word, baby," he said cheerfully, "we had a ball 
yesterday, didn't we?" 

Marianne was silent, biting her lip. She considered hanging up. 

"Marianne?" Don's voice was insistent. "Are you there? Cat got your tongue 
or what?" 

"Don....Don...." it was so hard to get the words out. "Look, I can't see you 
any more." 

There was silence on the other end of the phone. 

"It's not fair to David," she said finally. "David?" Don said, bitterly, 
"what about me?" 

Marianne was puzzled. 

"What do you mean, Don?" 

"I mean you got your kicks yesterday, you know, and I have a few coming 
myself, you know what I mean?" 

"Look Don.. 

"No, you look! You can't fool around with me like that and expect me to just 
walk away when you say so. This is a give and take situation baby, and we 
have some unfinished business." 

She was shocked by his tone and insinuations. How could he be so insensitive 
to her situation, so unfeeling? 

"What do you mean, Don?" 

"I mean, love, I'd like our affair to go on a little longer. You know what I 
mean?" 

Marianne was angry now. 

"Don, I don't want to see you any more. I think we'd better not see each 
other again." 

There was another silence over the phone, then Don spoke evenly and sharply. 

"It's not that easy, baby. This isn't over yet and won't be over until I say 
so. Is that clear?" 

Marianne listened, terrified. 

"Now you meet me at the suite today at noon, and if you don't show up . ... 
well, I think your husband would be mighty interested to hear about your 
little escapades." 

She could scarcely believe what she heard! Her hands were ice-cold and 
trembling, sweat broke out on her forehead. 

"Noon. At the Towers suite, all right sweetheart?" 

"All....all right...." 

There was a click as Don hung up the phone. Marianne placed the reciever in 
it's cradle slowly and sat staring at the floor. 

What kind of terrible nightmare have I gotten myself into, she thought. What 
have I done? The last thing she wanted was to have Don expose her 
indiscretion to David, even though he was seeing Susan. She couldn't bear 
the thought of an ugly confrontation, and besides she had no proof of 
David's affair; suppose Don had been lying, she suspected him capable of 
anything now. How would David react? Tears came to her eyes. She knew she 
had no choice but to meet Don. 

* * * 

That little bitch," Don thought, sipping his bourbon and ginger-ale at the 
suite a little before noon. 

He was bitter about her reaction over the phone. He had purposely held back 
the day before, keeping himself from release so as to be as slow and gentle 
as possible with Marianne. Since then he had been feeling randy and excited, 
looking forward to seeing her again to have the sort of fucking he really 
liked. Now she was treating him like some two-bit office punk, thinking she 
could get rid of him that easily. Well, he thought, if that's what she 
thinks she's got another think coming, and this time I'm not going to be so 
gentle. No sir, not so gentle at all. He had made sure the suite would be 
empty all day, giving him time to spend the whole afternoon with her; if 
this was going to be the grand finale to their relationship, well, he was 
going to make sure it was a memorable one. Long and memorable. 

The door-buzzer sounded a few minutes after noon. Don put on his brightest 
smile and answered the door as if nothing at all had happened. Marianne 
moved hesitantly inside the suite, confused by Don's cheerfulness. 

Perhaps, she thought, he's had a change of heart. 

"Hi, love," he said, "drink?" 

She tried a wan smile. "Ss....s ... sure" 

"Bourbon and ginger-ale?" 

"That's....that's fine, anything...." 

As he handed her the drink he looked deeply into her eyes. She took the 
drink and moved away. He watched her, staring obscenely at the full, fleshy 
globes of her buttocks, so visible against the straining material of her 
skirt. He felt his cock stiffen at the sight, and he moved behind her, 
stroking her buttocks with his hand. 

"Don----" she said, protesting, "please...." 

He stopped her protest by suddenly grabbing her and kissing her hard on the 
mouth, his tongue trying to force entry between her lips. At first Marianne 
resisted strongly, but he held her so firmly with his muscular arms that she 
had no choice but to relax into the kiss. He shoved his tongue in deeply 
between her teem, roughly exploring the interior. The force of his embrace 
almost caused her to spill her drink, but she caught it in time. Their 
bodies were pressed close together and Marianne could feel the thick 
protuberance of his shaft pressing against her thigh. The force of his kiss, 
and the pressure of his tongue almost made her swoon. It was vastly 
different from the way he had treated her yesterday, and she felt revolted 
by it. But she couldn't break his embrace. Finally he pulled away, grinning 
at her like a Cheshire cat. 

"Nice," he said matter-of-factly, and picked up his drink, taking a good, 
healthy swallow. 

"Don...." she said, almost inaudibly, "look, I'll give you anything you want 
not to go through with this. Money? Do you want money?" 

Don laughed drunkenly. 

"Christ, Marianne, what do you think this is? A Bogart movie? Who the hell 
wants money? Baby, there's only one thing I want from you and you know 
exactly what that is. Drink up, love, we've got a long afternoon ahead of 
us." 

Paralyzed by his words, Marianne took a deep swallow of her drink, and felt 
a shudder go through her as the harsh liquid sloshed down her throat. She 
was trapped; there seemed no way out of the situation. Perhaps, she thought 
I can numb myself if I drink enough. She took another deep swallow. 

"That's it, babe, down the hatch. Good for the soul," he said, refilling 
both glasses. 

He switched on the music again, only this time it wasn't the mellow 
orchestral music of the day before, now it was a popular rock and roll band, 
noisy and vulgar. Marianne instinctively winced at the music. She didn't 
like rock music, it was too loud, and she didn't like the feeling it gave 
her....a wild feeling, a feeling of abandon that she knew was wrong. 

Don noticed her reaction. 

"Don't you like rock?" 

"No," she said. 

"Oh, baby, this is one of the greatest rock bands ever! Just listen to those 
lyrics...." The lead singer was blaring away to the guitar accompaniment.... 

"Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme some lovin' Nice sweet lovin' Gimme, 
gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme that lovin' Baby! Baby! Gimme that lovin'" 

Don began to move around the room undulating to the music, grinning lewdly 
at Marianne; she could see his stiffened penis through the thin material of 
his pants, pulsing almost in time to the music as he moved his body to the 
stabbing, driving music from the stereo.... 

"See," he said, "you've got to go with it! You've got to give into the 
beat." He sang along with the record. "Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme some 
lovin' all night long! Yeah, all night long!" 

He moved towards her, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips lewdly at 
her, half-dizzy with drunkenness and abandoning himself to the wildness of 
the music. She was sickened by the sight and started to move away. She found 
herself in the bedroom and recoiled, remembering the events of the day 
before, shuddering as she caught sight of the circular bed and the mirrors 
that seemed to reflect her image everywhere she looked. The music was 
pulsing and screaming now, louder than ever; there was no escape from it; 
speakers seemed to be in every wall, behind every mirror, even overhead, she 
seemed to be surrounded by jungle-drum rhythms, lewd singing and shattering 
electric guitar music. She saw Don lurch into the bedroom. 

He grabbed her and tried to get her to dance with him, thrusting his hips at 
her, and grabbing her buttocks with his hands to encourage her on. At first 
she resisted, she pulled away from him, twisting wildly, but it was no use, 
he was too strong, and in his drunkenness unwilling to let her go. Finally 
the effects of the drinks and the music began to overwhelm her. Almost 
involuntarily she felt her body begin to shake and twist in time to the 
music, a savage instinct welled up inside her and she began to shimmy with 
abandon, taken over completely by the rock beat and the muscular, 
sandy-haired man who was dancing obscenely before her. 

"That's it, baby," he exulted, "go, go, go!" 

She glanced at herself in the mirror, shocked at what she saw. There was 
almost a complete change in her appearance. Gone was the prim, innocent 
housewife, and in her place stood a wild undulating creature with hysterical 
eyes, hair tousled like a banshee's, her body thrashing lewdly like a 
burlesque dancer. She saw Don tearing at his clothes, kicking off his shoes, 
tossing his shirt on the bed, slipping quickly out of his pants and 
underwear. He stood naked in the room, still pumping his hips and body in 
time to the music, his stiff cock arched erect. He grabbed it and shook it 
to the rock beat. 

Marianne was shocked. The obscenity of what he was doing suddenly sobered 
her into consciousness. So this was what he was like! Depraved! Ugly! How 
could she have trusted him yesterday? She was revolted as she watched him 
move towards her, his mouth open, crudely mouthing the words to the song, 
and manipulating himself in front of her. She screamed and started to run 
out of the room but he grabbed her by the arm and held her in an iron grip. 

"Oh no you don't," he said, his words slurring from the liquor and the 
excitement. He hurled her down onto the bed, slammed the bedroom door and 
locked it. He turned back to her and moved towards the bed. She backed away 
from him, scrambling from the bed, but he was too fast for her and in a 
second she was locked in his embrace; he kissed her wildly, his hot sweating 
naked body pressed tightly to her, his cock rock-hard, nearly tearing 
through the material of her skirt. He began to fumble with the buttons of 
her blouse, tearing off the ones he couldn't open easily. 

"Don! Please!" she pleaded, "NOOOO!" 

But he was deaf to her cries. She was soon naked except for her panties. He 
pulled away from her and stared her up and down as if she was a prostitute. 
She turned away from him, ashamed of the way he made her feel. 

"Dance!" he commanded. 

"What?" 

"Dance! I want you to dance for me!" 

She was stunned by his request, it seemed perverted and horrible. But she 
was powerless to resist and she found herself getting to her feet, clad only 
in her black panties, and hypnotically beginning to dance. She felt 
humiliated but gave into his sickening request as if under the spell of some 
mad Svengali. At first she moved timidly, then more and more in time to the 
music, half-crying as she moved, insinuating her hips to the lewd beat of 
the guitar. 

"That's it, baby, that's beautiful, beautiful," Don cried, manipulating 
himself as she danced, excited by this gorgeous woman undulating and 
twisting in only her brief panties. He felt like a sultan slave-master, 
forcing his wench to acts of bizarre perversion. He reveled in the feeling. 
What a far cry from the office routine, he thought; if those idiots only 
knew what exotic pleasures he could create for himself they'd be wild with 
envy! And David Wright, if he only and began dancing in front of her! They 
were no longer Marianne and Don, caught in an illicit affair, they were 
jungle animals; driven mad by the throbbing rhythms of the music, two bodies 
clamoring for wanton obscenity to release the dark instincts they were 
calling up with complete abandon. 

Marianne was numb now, so throughly dazed weak that she could only give in 
to whatever he by the treatment Don had been giving her, so wanted, like a 
slave, like an obedient dog, his servant, his toy....give in to whatever he 
wanted, like a slave, like an obedient dog, his servant, his toy..,.... 

Now the music began to pick up it's beat, a hammering driving rhythm took 
over: 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Shakin' all over, Shakin' all morning, Shakin' all night! 
Do it, do it, do it! Shakin' all the time!" 

Their hot, sweating bodies were clasped together tightly now, moving 
together like savages, half-dancing, half lewdly teasing each other. 
Marianne was drowned in novel sensations, and caught by the pungent odor of 
sweat and Don's leathery cologne. His hand suddenly reached into the tight 
elastic of her panties and his finger found it's way into the vaginal slit, 
already moist and throbbing from the sensuality of the music and dancing. 

"Aaaaahhhh!" Marianne cried from the sudden insinuation of his finger into 
her shuddering pussy. The violence of his movement caused her to pull away 
again, but he was insistent and shoved his finger harshly into her wet 
cuntal passage. He moved it up and down, up and down, in time to the music, 
encouraging Marianne to thrust her hips to the beat as well. Despite her 
anxiety, she felt herself become one with the music and the vulgar 
movements; excitement and desire flushed through her body and she began to 
be transformed with lust. Her hands instinctively grasped Don's throbbing, 
massively erect prick. It was the first time she had touched it and she was 
excited by the feeling of a strange cock in her hand. Quickly she pulled 
back the satiny smooth foreskin and exposed the rubbery head, she moved her 
hands up and down the long protuberance, gorged with blood and thick with 
excitement. Don pumped his hips back and forth; each of them watched in the 
mirrors that surrounded the room. 

To Marianne, it seemed unreal, what she beheld; two wildly thrashing people, 
she wasn't part of it, but was watching some strange, obscene movie. Yet, it 
excited her too. Never in her wildest thoughts could she imagine herself in 
such a situation, a situation that would normally have revolted her. Yet, 
now caught in the turbulent pull of sensuality, she was consumed by a 
delicious feeling of animal vulgarity. 

Don felt like a wild stallion, watching the wet, squirming bodies in the 
mirror. And now he longed to take this woman, to ride her, stallion upon 
mare. Wildly he tore her panties off of her with one great tearing motion of 
his hand. 

"Get down on your hands and knees!" he ordered. 

Stunned, hypnotized by his command, she did what he ordered, kneeling like 
an obedient animal on all fours on the thick, rich carpet. Don quickly knelt 
behind her, grabbed his pulsing prick in his hand and entered her hot, wet 
pussy from behind. He shoved his cock in harshly, and Marianne screamed. 

"AAAANNNNNGGGG!!" 

She jerked forward from the impact of his entry, and suddenly realized that 
she could see herself face to face in the mirror, with Don straddling her 
grotesquely from behind. She felt utterly degraded and humiliated, her 
cuntal passage was bruised and burning from the sharp impact of his 
penetration. She turned away unable to look. 

"No!" he shouted, "WATCH! WATCH IT IN THE MIRROR!" 

Tears filling her eyes, die forced herself to look at the obscene act that 
was forced upon her. Kneeling like an animal on her hands and knees while 
this debauched man took her like she was chattel or a street walker. 

Don moved back and forth inside of her tight, inflamed passage, his hot 
throbbing balls slapping at the wet furrow as he moved. He too, watched 
lasciviously in the mirror. 

It was a great idea, he thought, having all these mirrors put in. Great 
idea! He felt charged with excitement as he saw this humiliated woman 
cringing under the hammer-blows of his battering rod. He moved faster now; 
fucking her harder and harder, thrusting his buttocks forward with as much 
strength as he could summon and ramming her spongy cervix with cruel blows. 

"AAAAANNNNGGG! UUNNNGGGHHHH" She screamed under his heavy battering. She 
felt bruised and broken as his great pressing weight brutalized her 
mercilessly. Her head swam with the music still blaring its vulgar beat. She 
couldn't stand the sight of herself in the mirror with him grunting behind 
her. It was ugly and horrible. How could she have ever gotten herself into 
this? She felt waves of disgust overcome her ... yet, she did, the disgust 
was oddly mingled with excitement, a certain lewd sensuality. She felt her 
hips and thighs begin to relax involuntarily and to move more in rhythm with 
Don's harsh strokes. Her vaginal passage began to open and become moist and 
hot, allowing him better entry. She began to breathe heavily, her body 
beginning to glow and tingle. She felt excited now, the pain and humiliation 
began to ebb away. 

"OOOOOHHHHH!! BBABBEEE!" Don shouted, as he felt her begin to respond 
enthusiastically to his strokes. "That's it! FUCK BACK! FUCK BACK!" 

Now, as they both began to thrash wildly, Don plowed into her with full 
force, his cock gorged with blood and straining for release. He grabbed her 
tightly around the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, slamming his 
prick into her like a wild man. Now they were completely synchronized, two 
gypsy creatures pumping in unison. The music blared away in raucous 
accompaniment; the singer screamed: 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Shakin' all over! Shakin' all mornin' Shakin' all night!
 Do it, do it, do it!" 

Marianne was no longer conscious of anything except this excruciating 
delight; watching in the mirror she seemed to be witnessing a hallucination 
of demon orgy, a wild, whirling explosion of lewd behavior. She looked like 
a bucking, thrashing animal, beyond reason, beyond thought. 

Don, staring wildly at the erotic scene before him in the mirror, moved his 
hot, charged shaft in and out like a sledge-hammer, his body straining with 
pleasure. Suddenly he felt hot and more excited than before; the sleek, 
sweating stallion began plunging his prick in deeper and deeper! He could 
feel a surging, throbbing sensation in his wet, hairy balls as his cum began 
to gather for the final explosion, the moment of release. 

Marianne felt herself overcome with waves of pleasure, tingles of ecstasy 
told her that the moment was nearing when she would secrete her female 
juices in excruciating consummation. The throbbing, widened walls of her 
vaginal canal, melting under his power strokes, began to shudder with 
excitement. 

"Oooohhhhh...." she moaned, "I'M CHUM MM I N G! I'M ... I'M CUUMMINNNNGG!" 

As she spoke these words Don felt his sperm rush headlong into his prick and 
spurt hotly down the long excitedly jerking protuberance. He was at the 
ecstatic moment of climax! 

"AAAANNNNGGGHHH!" He screamed. His white, hot seed shot out of him and 
crashed headlong into her wet, steaming loins. She, too, was gushing out of 
her cuntal juices in electrifying release. Swirling, turbulent liquid 
entered her and she felt consumed in an ocean of delight and joy. 

Don heaved and thrashed, emptying himself into her; an enormous stream of 
cum rushed out of him, it seemed to go on forever. He lost consciousness of 
body, time and place; there was only this extraordinary feeling in his 
genitals that shot through his entire body. 

Gradually the depths of their passion drained. Marianne lay panting and 
heaving on the luxurious carpeting. Don pulled away quickly and threw 
himself on the bed; the coolness of the cover felt refreshing on his hot, 
sweating body. 

"Now that's more like it," he thought to himself, smiling inwardly. "And 
that's only the beginning." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

An hour had passed. Don lay dozing lightly in the silky bed; Marianne, 
exhausted and numbed by their wild encounter, had dragged herself to the bed 
and collapsed beside him, hardly caring where she was or what she was doing. 
Almost immediately she fell asleep. 

Stirred by the events of the early afternoon, Don had strange dreams 
reliving the voluptuous sensuality he had experienced with Marianne. The 
triumph of his seduction kindled wild images in his mind of taking this 
blonde-haired beauty in front of the entire office, fucking her with dynamic 
potency in front of the astonished eyes of his jealous co-workers, and 
particularly in front of Susan and David. Under their gaping stares he 
plunged his mighty cock into the hungry folds of her vagina; it was as if 
they were floating in the air, high above the office crowd below, with Don 
screwing her in triumphant abandon in mid-air! He could hear Marianne's 
ecstatic cries, he could feel the electric excitement in his ramming prick 
enhanced by their weightlessness. They tumbled and floated through the air, 
thrashing and fucking all the while.... 

Suddenly Don was awake and aware that the images in his dream had hardened 
his huge shaft into throbbing life, aching for release again. He turned and 
saw Marianne sleeping beside him.... 

In the lobby, twenty-five stories below, David and Susan had just left the 
cocktail lounge of the Century Towers; they walked towards the elevator. To 
any passer-by they might have seemed like sweethearts, for as they walked 
light-headed from their post-lunch drinks, they glanced at each other with 
sly smiles, occasionally touching and exchanging low, whispered bits of 
dialogue. 

They left the office to have lunch at the Towers and definitely planned to 
have another look at the suite. 

"After all," Susan had said earlier as they left the office, "there might be 
a few little touches we might have missed yesterday." 

"Suppose someone else is using it?" David had asked. 

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she answered smiling. 
"Besides, ve can always go to my place. I've done a bit of redecorating 
myself." 

David laughed at her remark. Since leaving the house that morning he had 
hardly thought of Marianne. Now and then a pang of guilt would flash through 
him, but the potent feeling that pervaded him ever since his sensuous 
meeting with Susan the day before had all but washed away any sense of 
wrongdoing. AO he thought about was Susan and the tremendous sense of 
release he felt with her, of caressing her satiny skin, sucking those 
voluptuous breasts, and sinking his gorged cock into the inviting, mossy 
depths of her cuntal passage. He had gone straight to her office that 
morning. There was no question of how he felt or what he was going to do. 
"They kissed almost immediately after the door was closed and in the heat of 
their passionate embrace they almost fucked right there on the office floor. 
But Susan had cautioned him against it. 

"After all," she said, "the gossip is bad enough around here, let's not take 
any chances of giving them any news that might jeopardize ourselves." 

And so they had made the decision to go to the suite, neglecting even to 
check with the receptionist to see if it had been reserved. All they knew 
was the surging passion that passed between them, a relentless passion that 
had to be satisfied no matter what! They were caught, willingly caught, in 
the grips of a thrilling, secret affair they both knew was morally wrong but 
they would not put a stop to it; they had gone so far now there was no 
turning back. 

They entered the elevator and pressed the button for the twenty-fifth floor. 
As soon as the doors closed and they found themselves alone in the car, they 
embraced. David felt his genitals spring achingly to life, and Susan could 
feel erotic tingles insinuate through her eager pussy and set her aflame 
with desire.... 

* * * 

Inside the bedroom, Marianne was awakened by the feeling of Don's wet, hot 
tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His body pressed against hers, his 
hard tool throbbing against her thigh. She tried to resist, but Don held her 
in tight embrace. 

Is there to be no end to my humiliation? she thought. It seemed to her as if 
it had only been minutes since she had been forced to submit to him 
dog-fashion and watch the repellent deed in the mirror, and even though she 
had experienced a certain vile pleasure in the act, she now had no desire to 
repeat it. She wanted to get dressed and get out of the bedroom, the very 
sight of which now revolted her. She knew she had to get home to think, but 
no matter how she struggled, Don held her fast, kissing her deeply, cruelly, 
crushing her head flat against the pillow, nearly smothering her. His hands 
held her head as she twisted, trying to pry herself loose from his kiss. 
Then he pulled away suddenly, smiling wickedly, staring at her until she had 
to close her eyes to avoid his penetrating gaze. 

"Ready for a little more?" he asked mockingly, sure of his power over her. 
He relished this power, it increased his potency and renewed his lust. She 
was his slave and he knew it. 

Marianne, her eyes closed, wished that she could imagine herself away from 
the hotel, be as she was only three days before: a devoted housewife, true 
to her husband. If only she hadn't been so jealous.... 

She felt Don pushing her away from him, pushing her downward by the head. 

What is he doing? she thought, why is he pushing me like this? Then, in a 
sudden flash she realized that she was being shoved down toward his genital 
area! He was pushing her head towards his throbbing, iron-hard penis! 

"NO! NNNOOOOOO!" She screamed. 

But he was relentless, she was unable to resist his strength. Suddenly he 
crushed her face against the thick hot staff; she could feel it pulsing, 
gorged with lust. The pungent, masculine odor filled her nostrils, at once 
repelling her, yet charging her with an alert awareness. No! She thought, I 
can't let myself submit to such a vulgar act! NO! NOOOO! 

This was something she had never permitted herself to consider, even with 
her husband. She could feel the bulbous head brushing against her lips, 
yearning to be tasted, licked, kissed. She tightened her mouth refusing to 
admit it entrance. 

"Suck it!" Don shouted coarsely, "SUCK IT!" 

A wave of shame washed over her, sweat broke out on her forehead; she was 
being forced to submit in the most horrible fashion she had ever thought 
possible. 

"SUCK IT! NOW! NOW!" 

Shocked by his words, numbed by shame, she timidly opened her mouth. Her 
eyes were filling with tears of guilt, yet she had no choice but to do as he 
commanded. She tentatively reached out with her hands and pulled back the 
foreskin to fully expose the round, pinkish helmet. She shuddered slightly 
as she allowed her lips to enclose the tip, as if kissing the rubbery skin. 
A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she took the entire charged head 
into her mouth, and began to suck on it as he commanded.... 

* * * 

The elevator doors had opened and David and Susan stepped into the corridor. 
At the door to the suite Susan fumbled with the key. She felt David run his 
hands up and down her buttocks and the back of her thighs. 

"Mmmmmm," she said, "you're a man in a hurry." 

"Damn right," he said, smiling. 

She inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. They moved into the 
living room. 

From her position, Marianne couldn't hear the door in the living room slam, 
but Don heard it at once. He had carefully locked the bedroom door, just in 
case, and hearing people move through the living room simply added to his 
sense of lust and excitement.. Suppose it was Susan and David, he thought, 
coming here despite the fact that he had reserved the suite! Wouldn't that 
be incredible! A perverted, cruel smile played across his lips. His sense of 
power and triumph suddenly flowered again and he felt his already swollen 
shaft bulge with new delight. Brutally he shoved his prick into Marianne's 
mouth, nearly gagging her. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly by 
the head, pushing his massive cock in and out of her wet, tight lips. 

* * * 

Susan and David had just removed their jackets when they heard a loud, 
piercing moan from the other room. David froze. 

"Somebody must be in there," he whispered. "We should go!" 

Susan put her finger to her lips, as if motioning him to be quiet, and 
tip-toed to the bedroom door. She could hear someone groaning and sighing. 
She smiled; the lewd sounds only intensified her passion. She turned to 
David and moved to him quietly. 

"Somebody beat us to it," she whispered softly, "and it sounds like they're 
having quite a time! It's probably Don Peterson and his latest girlfriend." 

"Then let's get out of here," David said quietly, reaching for his coat. He 
was not anxious to be in proximity to his old rival, especially under these 
conditions. 

"Relax, there's no hurry," Susan said, taking his coat from him. "It sounds 
like they're only just beginning. Besides, it's kind of exciting, don't you 
think?" 

David was puzzled and a little shocked. What did she mean, "exciting"? He 
looked at her intently; her eyes had a strange glitter in them, a dark, 
almost wicked gleam. Could it be that she might actually enjoy being nearby 
when another couple were making love? 

"What's the matter, David?" she asked, drawing him to her. "You're not upset 
about it, are you? After all, it's a natural thing, isn't it? There's 
nothing wrong with it." 

David was disturbed and afraid. 

"Susan, they might not like it....I ... I mean they might want privacy." 

"They have privacy," she whispered, running her hands through his thick, 
curly hair. "And so do we." 

David pulled away. Did she expect him to....to.... 

"It's all right," she said, "believe me, there's nothing to worry about...." 

David watched, shocked, as she quickly slipped out of her clothes. His mind 
was reeling. For the first time in two days he began to have grave doubts 
about what he had gotten himself into. How could she actually think of 
screwing while there were two people fucking in the next room? Particularly 
if one of those people was Don Peterson! It seemed corrupt and immoral to 
him. And yet, as he watched her expose her provocative body to him, as each 
article of clothing dropped to the floor, revealing the white, full mounds 
of her breasts, the creamy, resilient flesh of her hips and buttocks, the 
illicit danger and depravity of the situation began to have a strange effect 
on him. He began to feel lewd....almost evil....a lascivious urge began to 
course through his body. 

* * * 

"UUUUUUNNNNNGGGHHH!" Don groaned as he shoved his wet, thick cock into 
Marianne's mouth, almost to the back of her throat. She was dripping with 
sweat now, hunched over his genitals. She shuddered with revulsion as she 
felt the hard, swollen ramrod in her mouth; her lips closed around the hot 
flesh, feeling the veins along the length of it gorged and pulsing. She 
gagged, almost choked as he shoved the massive pole into her resisting 
mouth, but she realized the more she resisted the worse it was for her, so 
she began, little by little to suck and pull at the huge penis. As the 
rubbery helmet moved in and out of her mouth she could taste the little 
droplets of pre-cum on her tongue; she felt repelled and disgusted by it, 
but she was helpless. 

Don insinuated his pulsing spear slowly in and out of her mouth, going in 
deeply then pulling out slowly savoring the delicious feeling of her lips 
nibbling and licking at the bulbous head, and then clasping wetly around the 
thick pole as he shoved it in lewdly again deep within the fleshy interior 
of her mouth. He liked the feeling of his skin rubbing tantalizingly against 
the teeth, and her tongue playing against the underside of his shaft. He 
pushed in and out, in and out, increasing the tempo. 

"Suck it harder," he Cried, "HARDER! 

SUCK IT HARDER!!!" 

In the other room, David's mind reeled as he heard the obscene shouts, but 
paradoxically he felt his cock harden even more as if in response to the 
coarse commands. Susan, noting this, moved to David. She was completely nude 
now, transported by the tantalizing sense of danger that pervaded the room. 
She could feel her pussy already moist with lust. Her body tingled from head 
to foot. She embraced him tightly, liking the feeling of her naked skin 
against his clothes; her legs clamped around his trousered legs. She rubbed 
against him as loud moans came flying brazenly from the other room, easily 
piercing the walls with their intensity. 

"Susan...." David protested weakly, making a last attempt to pull away. 

"Shhhh...." she whispered. 

Quickly she unzipped his fly and withdrew the erect, throbbing wand from 
within the folds of the material. Before David could protest again she was 
on her knees, her hands pulling back the envelope of skin, her lips hungrily 
clasping the exposed cock. 

David was paralyzed with fear. Suppose someone came in! Suppose it was Don 
in the other room! What kind of insane, mad situation had he gotten into? He 
wanted to leave! He knew this was wrong! But suddenly Susan sucked so deeply 
at his electrified penis that he was swept away by a rush of ecstatic 
pleasure. 

"Oooooohhhhh!" he moaned, as Susan's lips skillfully massaged the smooth 
flesh of his excited cock. She moved her mouth back and forth along the 
charged shaft, pausing only to greedily nibble at the pulsing head. 

David, standing there with Susan on her knees sucking obscenely at his 
trembling cock, felt a new sense of power and excitement that swept away his 
fears and anxieties; he felt like a titan! A God! The delicious sense of 
danger that had excited both Susan and Don, now began to flow through David. 
Suddenly he was no longer afraid, no longer held back in fear. Groaning, he 
began to rip off his clothes, tearing at his shirt and tie. 

Susan, realizing that her artful advance had finally awakened David, pulled 
away. He shed his clothes in moments, and pulled her to him, kissing her 
hungrily and clasping her naked body, feeling with delight the smooth, 
tapered waist, the round, resilient globes of her buttocks. They were both 
engulfed in flames of passion, greedily kissing and caressing each other 
with abandon. Susan lay back on the couch, opening her legs, spreading them 
wide and exposing her golden, throbbing mound to him fully, opening up to 
him like a flowering lotus. David climbed onto the couch, leaning over her, 
his penis throbbing wildly, yearning to sink deep into the wet, hot folds of 
her vaginal sheath. 

"Yeeesss!" she cried. "Now! Now!" 

She reached out and grasped his arched penis, drawing it down into her 
aching cave. He plunged in deeply, and as he did they both groaned in 
ecstasy, electrified by their lewd union. David began to swing his pelvis in 
and out as they heard cries once again from the other room. 

"UUUUUNNNNNGGHH!! YEEEEESSS! BABEEE! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" The male voice 
screamed shamelessly. 

The vulgar words had a stimulating effect on David's brain, and he felt his 
tool throb and bulge with lust. His dangling balls, already charged with 
excitement, pulsed lewdly as they slapped against the warm fold of Susan's 
anal crack. Susan twisted and moaned under his moves, relishing the feeling 
of his hot, thick joint moving against the undulating walls of her vaginal 
canal as he moved in and out, the rubbery, gorged head smashing against the 
crushed, trembling cervix. 

"Ram me!" she cried, eager for him to batter her even more than he had done 
the day before. "RAM ME! FUCK ME GOOD, BABY! FUCK ME GOOD!" 

Charged by her words, David began to pump away at her like a bull, battering 
her without mercy. He felt every muscle in his body come alive with 
excitement and sensuality. 

"UUUNNNNNNNGGGHHH!" She groaned in ecstasy, "OOOOOHH YEEESSSSSS!" 

Her shouted cries penetrated the walls into the bedroom, and for the first 
time Marianne realized there were people in the other room. She was 
paralyzed with fear! 

Oh no! she thought, how can it be! There were actually people in the other 
room and they were making love! As if her debasement were not enough, here 
was further humiliation. What if she was discovered? And what, she thought 
in sudden terror, what if the other people were . ... were.... 

"UNNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Don grunted in pleasure, and jammed his hot, wet ramrod 
into Marianne's mouth. He knew she had heard those last cries from the 
couple fucking in the living room but he was determined to keep her at her 
task. He gripped her cruelly, her head held like a vise by his hands; he 
began to pump back and forth like a madman. He could see, in the mirror 
above, the back of her head as she sucked his cock; he watched her hovering 
above his crotch, naked and sweating, and watched his own wet, glistening 
body squirming like a snake, shoving his prick in and out, in and out. He 
pulled his knees up, laying back on the bed with Marianne on her hands and 
knees as if in supplication before his genitals, her mouth wrapped around 
his hot phallus. 

He pushed his pelvis up and down, up and down, watching with obscene 
pleasure as the muscles rippled across his body. He cried out in ecstasy as 
he saw how he had humiliated and debased this creature who was forced to 
nearly swallow his massive prick. He felt the white tingling cum begin to 
surge through his inflated ball , and his wild lust increased; he was 
consumed by the gathering rush of excitement that pervaded him. 

Marianne, overcome with shame, felt like a whore, degraded now beyond 
redemption. And yet, as she sucked and licked at Don's bulging shaft, a 
feeling of perverse evil began to creep through her; somehow, in the depths 
of her depravity, she began to experience a certain excitement. It was 
almost as if ... as if ... dare she think it? Yes! Yes! She enjoyed her 
shameful position! It was almost a delicious sense of power, power at having 
triumphed over the Cold Brook Academy, triumphed over her own sense of 
morality! Yes! TRIUMPHED EVEN OVER HER HUSBAND! In the depths of her 
degradation she was becoming a new person, a person of incredible power and 
wild, strange urges. She began to suck Don's shaft now with new abandon, she 
devoured his hot fleshy tool with excitement. What had been revolting to her 
only minutes ago began to fill her with a sense of lusty thrills; she felt 
her whole body palpitate, she opened her mouth wide to receive Don's 
thrusting strokes. She could hear cries from the other room.... 

* * * 

"YEEEESSSSS!" Susan was shouting, consumed by an excruciating pleasure, 
"YEESSSSSS!!" 

David was near the bursting point now, he could feel his penis alive with 
excitement as it slammed in and out of the moist, undulating walls of her 
clasping pussy; his balls were shaking, bursting with seed and longing to 
shoot their boiling load into the pulsing interior of Susan's steaming 
cuntal passage. 

"Ah ... ah ... ah...." he began to groan in gathering excitement. 

Sensing his coming orgasm, Susan could feel her own release not far off. The 
walls of her pussy were shuddering now, aching to release the sweet feminine 
juices. She felt an incredible tingling shoot through her sexual organs and 
begin to pervade her entire body. She closed her eyes and began to sink into 
a sea of surging ecstasy. Waves of delight began to wash over her as David 
pumped his gorged pillar into her. She opened her legs as wide as possible, 
and ran her hands over his wet muscular body. She massaged the fleshy globes 
of his buttocks that bobbed up and down as he plunged into her deeper and 
deeper, ever more rapidly. 

"AAAAAGGHHHHH!" She cried, as she suddenly felt caught by a roaring tide. 
She could feel David's boiling seed begin to gush into her and she instantly 
knew that he was cumming too! 

In the other room, Don could feel the hot sperm begin to rush out of his 
excited prick and shoot headlong into Marianne's clasping mouth. The moment 
came, and he released his fluid into her mouth with total abandon. 

Marianne, feeling the sweet, thick cum burst forth from the exploding head, 
at first was revolted as she felt it fill her mouth and course down her 
throat, nearly gagging her. But the wanton ecstasy she felt quickly 
shattered her resistance and she drank his manly essence with rapture, 
sucking and pulling at his cock while Don screamed with delight from the 
incredible release he felt. 

"OOOOOOOOH! BABEEEEE!" he cried, feeling his rocket-load spurt out of his 
prick and into the deep interior of her throat. 

In the living room David screamed also as he shot his white, swirling cum 
into Susan's throbbing vagina. He could feel the cum coursing through his 
ramming cock and gushing out in bursts, then a long deep river of delight. 

Both couples had reached the apex of their lewd acts at the same time; 
Marianne greedily devouring the strange thick liquid, completely transformed 
into a vile animal-like creature, caught in the hypnotic spell of perverse 
sexuality. 

David's guilt was gone, too, and he felt potent and excited, even though 
there were others in the bedroom. He didn't care now! All that mattered was 
this incredible feeling. 

Susan sighed deeply as she felt the last of David's bubbling seed sink into 
her fleshy, shuddering cave. She felt an even deeper release than she had 
the day before, for the danger of the situation had heightened the feeling 
for her. She lay back, swooning in a blissful sea of delight, feeling the 
orgasm ebb slowly away. 

Don drained himself completely into Marianne's mouth. He had to restrain 
himself from shouting in glory over what he had forced upon this sweet, 
innocent little girl! Only yesterday she would barely submit to him and now! 
.. now she was his completely! As the last drops of his masculine essence 
seeped out, he lay back, closing his eyes and savoring his success. 

Marianne pulled away and became fully aware, for the first time, of the 
depravity of the act she had just performed. She shuddered and felt her body 
grow cold with remorse. Then, in a sudden moment of terror, she remembered 
there were people in the other room! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Don knew at once what Marianne was thinking. 

"Shall we see who the visitors are?" he asked. Marianne shrank back in 
horror. "No, Don please...." 

Don laughed at her terror. In the back of his mind he suspected that it was 
David and Susan and, crazed with the sense of power at having forced David's 
wife to submit to him, he now relished the idea of a face-to-face 
confrontation! After all, if it was them, they could hardly be morally 
indignant, he thought, since they obviously had their own little secret! No, 
this situation was too intriguing! Arrogantly he rose from the bed and 
strode towards the door. 

"Please, Don, please!" Marianne whispered hoarsely. 

Don turned to her. 

"Don't worry baby," he said, winking, "I'll handle everything.' He opened 
the door. 

David and Susan turned suddenly and sat up from their reclining position of 
the couch. 

"So," Susan said, laughing, "it was you! I thought so!" 

David froze, guilty at having been discovered by his peer at the office. 

"Yep," Don said jauntily, "it's little old me. Nice to see you, David. 
Having a nice afternoon?" 

David blushed and felt his body stiffen at Don's remark. He was trapped! 
Suppose Don were to tell Marianne what he had discovered? A deep sense of 
disgust wafted over him, and he moved to cover his nakedness by grabbing for 
his clothes. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a familiar 
face topped by short, curly blonde hair. He immediately knew who it was. Don 
saw him peering past him into the bedroom and stepped aside. 

Marianne stood just inside the door of the bedroom, fully revealed, 
trembling and naked. 

"David ... ' she gasped, terrified, "David ... I'm sorry ... !" 

Susan gasped when she saw Marianne, then, smiling, turned to Don. 

"Well, well, well," she said, "what a surprising turn of events." 

David was paralyzed with anger. The sight of his wife's nude body, her 
tousled hair, her whole appearance telegraphing vividly what had taken place 
between her and Don sent a roaring burst of anger through him that left him 
nearly immobilized. His mind, already askew by the events of the past couple 
of days, now reeled and crashed from this new and shocking revelation: SHE 
WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH HIM! HIS WIFE HAD ACTUALLY BEEN SUCKING DON 
PETERSON'S COCK! 

Marianne could see the turbulent anger vividly in his face. His body became 
taut with suppressed violence, his eyes bulged, flecks of spittle appeared 
at the corners of his mouth. 

"Please David," she cried, pleading with him, "don't be angry with me. 
Please understand!" 

But David was beyond reason, blind to the fact that he had done exactly the 
same thing himself. The only fact that rang through his mind like a cannon 
shot was that he had been cuckolded by a man who had been his rival! His 
wife had been unfaithful to him! He bellowed with rage! 

"YOU WHORE! He shouted, pointing his finger at her, "you're nothing but a 
damned whore! A DAMNED FUCKING WHORE!" 

Marianne cried out in anguish, then burst into tears. She crumpled to the 
floor, her body racked with sobs. 

Oh God, oh God, her mind screamed, so it's come to this! Was there to be no 
end to this hideous nightmare? 

"YOU BITCH' WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" 

David was trembling now, consumed with rage and out of control. He lunged 
towards his wife as if to slap her. 

"DAVID!" Susan shouted suddenly, "STOP"! 

Suddenly realizing there were others in the room, he turned slowly to Susan, 
his mind dazed, his eyes glazed and swollen. He looked like a helpless, 
raging child. 

"David," Susan continued in a soothing tone, "Look, I know this seems like 
an ugly situation, but you're not being fair to Marianne. After all, you 
must admit that you haven't exactly been just having a conference out here. 
We're all human, we all make mistakes. Can't we work this out in a civilized 
way? 

David stared at her, his mind barely comprehending what she was saying. 

"Civilized ... ' he muttered, half-crazed, "civilized...." 

Susan glanced at Don, who had retreated to the safety of the kitchen and was 
gulping down Scotch to keep his strength up in the face of what looked to be 
a difficult situation. She turned back, determined to calm David by 
appealing to his finer senses. 

"Look," she said, pointing to Marianne, who was crying softly on the floor, 
"Oh David, look how beautiful and vulnerable she is. You can't be mad at 
such a lovely woman like that, can you? Why, if I were you, I'd take her in 
my arms and forgive her. To err is human, after all." 

David looked at her penetratingly, a strange, bitter smile playing across 
his lips. 

"So, that's what you'd do, is it?" He said in a leering voice. "You'd take 
her in your arms, would you?" 

"Yes I would." Susan answered. 

"Then do it!" he said, a twisted sneer slashing across his features. "DO IT! 
TAKE HER IN YOUR ARMS RIGHT NOW!" 

At first Susan didn't realize what he meant, then slowly she realized what 
he was implying in his dazed condition. 

"David," she said, trying to calm him.... 

"DO IT!" he shouted, semi-hysterical with anger, "TAKE THAT FUCKING WHORE IN 
YOUR ARMS AND KISS HER! YOU HEARD ME! KISS HER!" 

Marianne was jolted with the shocked realization of what David was about to 
force upon her. 

"Oh please," she pleaded from the floor, "David please! Don't make me do 
this! Don't!!" 

David lurched wildly to his terrified wife and grabbed her by the arm, 
pulling her from the floor and hurling her into the living room close to 
Susan. 

"You heard me! Let's see how civilized we all really are!" He screamed "Go 
on!! GO ON, BITCH, GO ON!" 

Marianne stood in the living room, her head hanging down in abject 
humiliation, tears falling from her eyes. Here was the ultimate degradation, 
she thought, forced by her husband to embrace her arch rival! FORCED TO KISS 
A WOMAN! FORCED TO KISS SUSAN GRANT! 

For Susan, the situation was strange, but not impossible. She had had wide 
experience in sensuality, and, in her flamboyant, younger days, had a few 
extremely pleasant encounters with women. Despite David's uncontrolled 
anger, she thought, perhaps she could find an added bit of pleasure in the 
situation. Of course, she would normally never think of such a thing with 
the wife of a current lover, but under the circumstances ... why not? 

"GO ON," he screamed at them. "GO ON!" 

Susan, taking the situation calmly in hand, moved towards the frightened 
girl, and reached out to embrace her. 

Marianne shuddered as she felt the soft feminine arms tenderly hold her and 
begin to caress her shoulders and back. Susan pulled the trembling girl to 
her warm, naked body and embraced her fully. Marianne stiffened and 
instinctively tried to pull away. She felt it was wrong, horribly wrong to 
have sexual contact with someone of her own sex! How could David do this to 
her? Yes, she thought, she had been indiscreet with Don, but David had had 
an affair with Susan! He had no right to do this to her! 

Susan felt a thrill of delight as she let her hands wander playfully over 
the soft, feminine skin. It had been quite awhile since she had held a 
woman, and the sensation was a delicious contrast to the hard, masculine 
bodies she had grown accustomed to. She savored the smoothness of her skin, 
and the sweet fragrance of Marianne's perfume. She held her close and felt 
the soft, supple fullness of her breasts pressing against her own. She could 
feel her own nipples harden at the contact. 

"KISS HER! KISS HER!" David commanded excitedly. 

Marianne steeled herself for the humiliation of what was about to happen. 
She felt Susan's silky, pliant lips press against hers, and despite her 
revulsion she had to acknowledge that there was something strangely pleasant 
in the kiss. Involuntarily she relaxed, oddly soothed by Susan's embrace. 
Tentatively she allowed her hands to touch Susan's body. At first a shudder 
of disgust coursed through her, for she knew it was against all principles 
of decency to do what her husband so shamelessly insisted. And yet, as her 
fingers felt the satiny skin of Susan's back, the smooth voluptuous lines of 
her hips and buttocks, her curiosity was piqued. She had to admit there was 
a certain sweet excitement in the feel of her warm, sensuous body. She shyly 
returned the kiss, pressing her lips against Susan's. Soon flesh responded 
to flesh and a tingling sensation began to ripple through her body. 

"That's it," David hissed, "That's it. . now go on!" 

Susan's hot, moist lips sought Marianne's breasts, and she teasingly let her 
mouth wander over the rosy tips, licking them, biting them slightly; the 
tender nipples quivered and hardened under her darting tongue. Marianne let 
out an involuntary cry of pleasure as Susan sucked at her little buds and 
massaged her breasts with her hands. 

David felt his anger begin to change into a perverse sense of excitement as 
he watched the two women playing with each other's bodies. A vulgar sense of 
power pervaded him: these women were performing crude acts under his 
command! HE WAS THE MASTER! THEY HAD TO OBEY HIM! He could feel a rush of 
excitement surge into his genitals as he watched them. He unconsciously 
reached down and began to stroke his bulging shaft. 

Standing in the shadows of the kitchen, all but forgotten by the others, Don 
watched in complete security, drinking large gulps of Scotch. His vision was 
already slightly blurred by the alcohol, and his mind danced with delight as 
he watched the strange acts in the living room of the luxury suite. 

What an incredible afternoon! he thought. Not only have I gotten to fuck the 
wife of my good old co-worker, but now I'm privileged to watch these two 
luscious girls sucking each other! He could hardly contain his excitement, 
indeed he felt his cock spring to life once more as he watched the bizarre 
scene in the living room. His hand roamed down to his huge, throbbing pole 
and he massaged it slowly, savoring the lewd sights and downing still more 
Scotch. 

"GO ON! GO ON!" David shouted, "FURTHER! FURTHER!" 

Susan gently eased Marianne down onto the wide, soft couch, still warm from 
the earlier lovemaking. She knelt before her and licked the smooth, 
trembling planes of her stomach, her hands running up and down the thighs 
and legs to excite her. 

"Mmmmmm...." Marianne moaned, almost without realizing, "aaaaahhhh.... 

Despite the horror of her situation, Marianne found herself relaxing, eyes 
closed; somehow she felt calmed by the delicious tonguing she was being 
given. She lay back on the couch as Susan hovered over her pussy, licking 
her thighs and moving teasingly into the moist muff of pubic hair. 

"Ooooohhhh...." Marianne moaned as she felt the tingling thrill of Susan's 
hot, wet tongue on her vaginal mound, the darting tip flicking artfully into 
the curly hair and moving tantalizingly into the fleshy outerlips. Little 
electric tingles began to flash through her body as she felt the smooth 
tongue gliding up and down the soft, pink furrow. Susan licked and probed at 
the clitoris until it hardened and stood erect like a tiny penis; she sucked 
at it, pulling with her eager lips and biting just enough to send shivers of 
delight across Marianne's skin. 

"Aaaaahhhh...." she sighed, giving herself fully to the probing oral member. 
She opened her legs and pressed her moist, warm pussy against Susan's face, 
inviting her to ram her tongue into her, to go even further. But her soft 
sensuality was shattered by David's voice. He was shouting at them. 

"NO! Swing around! Do it together!" 

What does he mean, she thought? 

"DO IT TOGETHER! SUCK EACH OTHER! NOW!" 

Susan, knowing exactly what he wanted, and relishing the idea herself, swung 
her body around, gently easing Marianne fully back on the couch until her 
own warm throbbing pubic mound was directly above Marianne's face. She bent 
down and continued to lick greedily at the delicate, pungent slit. 

Marianne reeled with shock at her husband's newest command! She had let 
herself be positioned, too numbed to resist! DAVID WANTED HER TO RETURN 
SUSAN'S TONGUING! SHE HAD NEVER DONE SUCH A THING! NO! NO! SHE COULDN'T! 

"Go on! LICK IT!" David shouted, half-mad with lust, pulling and jerking at 
his arched, bulging prick. "Lick IT! LICK IT! NOW!" 

Closing her eyes, and fighting back all revulsion, Marianne opened her mouth 
and pushed out her tongue as Susan lowered her soft, eager pussy onto her 
face. At first she recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine wetness that 
she tasted as her tongue delicately dabbed at the moist cuntal outerlips, 
but as her own sense of warm excitement was charged by Susan's tongue 
grinding wantonly into her vaginal passage, she began to tentatively explore 
the fleshy furrow. She shivered as she -rimmed her tongue around the 
delicate strands of curling pubic hair that lined the soft, pink cleft. 
Finding the clitoris, and brushing her tongue lightly over it, she was 
startled to feel it respond and harden, to quiver with excitement. 

"AAANNNGGGHHH!" Susan moaned as Marianne's warm tongue flicked over her 
vaginal furrow and played teasingly with her clitoris. She increased her own 
activity, hardening her tongue and plunging it into the wet folds of 
Marianne's cunt, darting in and out like a little serpent. The effect of the 
probing tip was to send waves of delicious radiance through Marianne's body 
that made her writhe with delight. She lost all consciousness of where she 
was now, and responded to Susan's artful licking by ramming her own tongue 
into Susan's deep vaginal cavern. She felt her quiver with excitement and 
increase the intensity of her whirling, ramming tongue. Marianne crushed her 
wet, pulsing vulva into Susan's face, pushing the moist flesh upwards, 
opening her vaginal passage as wide as possible to admit the electrifying, 
magical tip. Susan, in turn, pressed her hot, throbbing crevice down against 
Marianne's mouth, hungrily savoring the feeling of the darting, probing 
member exploring her interior. 

The men watched lasciviously as the two female bodies undulated obscenely, 
gleaming with delicate sweat, mouths crushed against pussy, both women 
moaning and squirming under the excruciating delight they were giving each 
other. 

"YEEESSS! YEEEESSS!" David shouted, wild-eyed, his hand clasped tight around 
his hard, swollen prick, jerking it up and down, manipulating himself into a 
frenzy of lust as the women twisted, hot vaginas pressed against each 
other's mouths. 

Don, scarcely believing what he saw, was also madly massaging his genitals 
in the darkness of the kitchen. Watching the bobbing, fleshy orbs of Susan's 
quivering buttocks as she crushed her pussy against the whirling, ramming 
tongue that Marianne pushed deeply into her, Don was elated! Waves of randy 
excitement shot through his body as he stood naked in the kitchen, one hand 
pulling wildly at his moistened, bulging prick, the other kneading his soft, 
throbbing balls. 

Marianne was now completely submerged in a sea of ecstasy, like a madwoman 
she drove her tongue deep into Susan's cuntal passage. She twisted her 
pelvis and ground her pulsing furrow upwards into Susan's mouth, her vaginal 
lips opening outward, savoring the darting, flicking activity of Susan's 
skillful oral instrument. 

Susan pressed her mouth harshly against Marianne's wet, steaming pussy, her 
tongue sinking deep into the vaginal sheath; she smiled inwardly, thinking 
over the events of the last few days while she sucked and probed. Not only 
had she possessed David, she now had taken pleasure with his wife as well! 
Who could possibly have imagined that such a thing could happen in only two 
short days. She had always been a hard woman to satisfy, in many ways! But 
she had to admit that for the first time she truly felt that her erotic 
needs were close to ecstatic fulfillment. As she felt Marianne's mouth and 
tongue sending waves of trembling pleasure through her, she exulted! After 
all, she thought to herself, I am the immediate superior to both these men, 
and, in a sense, over Marianne as well! And they talk about women's 
liberation! Women make their own liberation, she thought triumphantly, and I 
certainly have made mine! With renewed delight, she crushed her face 
greedily into Marianne's fleshy vagina and rammed her stiff tongue deeply 
into the cuntal passage, sending beams of hot, searing ecstasy through the 
widening walls. 

David stood manipulating himself wildly, his massive, pulsing rod hard as a 
pistol and aching for release. He was mad with lust as he watched the 
twisting, thrashing women, devouring each other's cunts with complete 
abandon! 

In the kitchen, Don had leaned back against the wall, excited by the 
coolness of the wall against the hot, wet skin of his back and buttocks; his 
knees were bent slightly, his pelvis pushed forward obscenely, as he 
increased the jerking of his gorged, lust-racked penis. He felt near the 
point of explosion, he could feel the cum coiling hotly through his 
inflated, shaking balls and about to spurt headlong through the shuddering 
spear.... 

Marianne felt the undulating walls of her cuntal sheath begin to expand and 
contract with increased intensity! Hot flashes began to gush through her 
entire body and she prepared herself for the crescendo of shuddering rapture 
to engulf her.... 

"MMMMMMNNNNGGHH!!" Susan groaned, twisting lewdly above Marianne, her 
vaginal passage inflamed with excitement, her feminine juices at the point 
of excruciating release. She felt as if she was sinking into a sea of 
velvety softness, completely consumed by a tidal wave of sweet wetness. She 
was cumming. . she was dimming ... SHE WAS CUMMING!! 

"Ah ... Ah ... Ahhhhhh" David screamed, as he felt the delicious buildup of 
his orgasm pulse through his genitals. The white, hot seed was nearing the 
point of explosion! Ah ... AHHHHH ... AHHHHGGHHG!!" he screamed as he pumped 
wildly at his gorged prick! Suddenly the jet of thick liquid shot forth and 
he screamed again. 

As if his sudden release had a magical effect on the others, the suite 
became a shuddering, shaking sea of orgasm. Susan and Marianne moaned wildly 
as they felt themselves transported in an incredible, whirling vortex of 
delight; wave upon wave of excruciating pleasure consumed them as their 
madly licking tongues felt the steaming feminine fluid cascading down the 
cuntal sheaths and spreading like a satiny sheen across their mouths, lips 
and tongue.... 

"UH ... UH ... UNNNHHHGGG!" Don groaned as he shot a fountain stream of male 
seed out of his bursting penis! It gushed out in explosive spurts from his 
lewd position in the kitchen and splashed with a slapping sound on the 
formica-top counter nearby. 

David cried aloud again, exulting in his grunting aching release, the 
turbulent cum streaming out in a steady rush and dropping to the rug, 
forming beautiful white pools on the orange carpet. In one last spurt, the 
hot male liquid sailed through the air and landed on the soft, gleaming skin 
of Susan's arched back. 

Moaning, the women felt their excitement begin to drain, the warm ecstasy 
ebbing away in soft lapping waves. Soon, satisfied and exhausted, Susan lay 
next to Marianne on the couch. 

Marianne sank into the softness of the couch, her senses still reeling from 
the wild excitement of all that had gone before. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

An uneasy silence settled over the room. With the ebbing of desire came the 
realization that a major confrontation had taken place, that all four lives 
were not inextricably bound in a strange network of intimacy that completely 
altered the simplicity of their previous relationship. The pervading, 
unspoken question was: where do we go from here? 

Marianne sat up on the couch and glanced at David, who had sprawled in a 
huge butterfly chair; her eyes penetrated his face hoping for some sign, 
some indication of what was to come. Despite the turbulent events of the 
day, and despite the deep sense of shame and humiliation she felt, she knew, 
deep in her heart, that she loved him; whatever happened she wanted always 
to be close to his rangy, muscular body and to feel his tenderness and 
warmth. The thing she dreaded most was losing him forever. 

David had closed his eyes, completely drained by the shock and anger brought 
on by the preceding events, but he could feel his wife's intense gaze upon 
him. He opened his eyes, and was swept by pity and love for the beautiful, 
blonde woman he knew so well. And yet, because of what had happened, he knew 
their lives together had changed radically, but did not yet know how. He 
felt confused, still bitter and resentful, unable to separate the stormy 
tangle of thoughts that raced through his brain. 

Suddenly the silence was broken by Don's cheerful voice. 

"A little liquid refreshment is in order, I think! Compliments of the 
company!" 

He strode boldly into the room, still completely naked, with a tray of 
glasses amply filled with Scotch. A sense of relief filled the room, for a 
focus had been provided at last, and a much-needed break from the problem 
that faced them all. Susan, particularly, was delighted by Don's gesture. 

"Bless you," she said, "you always come through at just the right time!" 

"That's the story of my life," he said, winking, and handing her a glass. 

The tinkle of ice against their glasses filled the room as all four drank 
silently, mulling over what had happened. Susan sensed that it would be up 
to her to bring things to a creative conclusion, in fact she relished the 
idea. It was her specialty, she felt, to bring difficult situations to a 
satisfactory end. 

"I have an idea," die said, after a long reflective silence, "an idea that 
might benefit us all in a number of ways." 

All eyes were on Susan's lush, naked body as she paced about the room in the 
orangey light of the late afternoon sun, and spoke with authority: 

"We've all been through a rough time this afternoon, although I, for one 
have thoroughly enjoyed it." 

Marianne turned away, still jealous of this brazen woman and unnerved by her 
words. Susan continued.... 

"But let's face it, no matter how we feel there's no going back, things will 
never be as they were. It's up to us to go on, and maybe go on to even 
better things...." 

David glanced at his wife. He thought about their relationship: a rapid 
series of images flashed through his mind of their early courtship, their 
honeymoon, the simple innocence of their young marriage. Susan was right, he 
thought, that was gone now, forever. And as for the future ... well, that 
was a complete puzzle to him. He listened to Susan's words with growing 
interest. 

"It seems to me," she continued in her cool, business-like tone, "that the 
one thing that's come out of all this is that the four of us have a 
fantastic sense of teamwork." 

"I'll drink to that," Don said, laughing. 

"I'm serious, Don," Susan said, sharply, "don't interrupt me." 

"Sorry," he said, remembering that after all she was still his boss. 

"Teamwork is hard to come by. Good teamwork, that is. And it is my 
suggestion that we put it to use in a way that will profit all of us. Profit 
us in business and profit us...." she paused briefly, glancing at David, " 
... in pleasure ... " 

David looked at her intently, puzzled as to what she meant. 

"I don't understand," he said. "How in the world.... 

"What I mean," she said, cutting him off, "is that we four should start 
functioning as a team, a team that works like a well-oiled, precisioned 
machine. With me at the helm and the three of you behind me, we can put 
Computer Associates at the top of the heap. That means success, money, 
prestige and power, and that's what we all really, want, isn't it?" 

The two men were thunderstruck by her words; the answer to all their 
ambitions seemed suddenly within their reach. To David it meant a top 
salary, the respect of his peers, being at the pinnacle of his profession. 
To Don it meant the kind of mobility and prestige he had always wanted and, 
he thought with delight, all the women he could possibly handle. Visions 
flashed through his brain of sleek sports cars, vacations at the Riviera, 
and a couple of voluptuous, eager girls trailing at his heels. He smiled. 

Marianne glanced at the others, completely confused. 

"How...." she asked timidly, in a voice barely audible, "I ... I mean ... 
how...." 

"You mean, how do you fit in?" Susan asked. 

"Yes...." she said, "I don't know anything about computers. I don't see what 
I could do." 

Susan smiled at her; she felt a growing sympathy for the girl after their 
passionate encounter only minutes ago. Of course, she was still terribly 
school girlish and shy, but with time, under her tutelage, there's no 
telling how she might turn out. 

"Well," Susan said, "I need a good private secretary. I think you could fill 
the bill beautifully." 

Marianne was mortified! She suddenly rose from the couch, tears filling her 
eyes. Private secretary? she thought bitterly. How could I bear to go back 
to the office and be a secretary to the woman who has torn my husband away 
from me? She felt ashamed and angry; she felt she was being used by Susan so 
she could have David whenever and however she wanted, with the wife nicely 
out of the way. "I ... I couldn't...." she said, her eyes pleading wildly 
for David to help her, to take her out of this nightmare. Didn't he see how 
ludicrous the situation was? Didn't he see the perversity of what Susan was 
suggesting? 

"I couldn't ... I just couldn't," she cried. "David, help me!" 

But David was dazzled by Susan's words, enchanted by the wonderful prospects 
she had painted for him. 

"Look, honey," she said to her, "it's not as bad as it seems. I think 
Susan's right. If we handle this thing right we could go straight to the 
top. That's what we've always wanted!" 

Marianne gasped and reeled back, almost stumbling. So! He was caught in 
Susan's spell! She was losing her husband! 

"No! NOOOO!" she cried and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind 
her. 

David, Don and Susan exchanged glances. 

"Let me see if I can calm her down," Susan offered. 

"No," David said firmly, "let me do it. I think I know how to reach her." 

He started towards the door. Susan stopped him with a question. 

"David, let me ask you one thing. Do you believe in what I've been talking 
about? Are you willing to go along with me?" 

David looked at her, gazing into Susan's hypnotic, glittering green eyes; he 
smiled at her. 

"Every step of the way," he said, "every step of the way." 

He opened the bedroom door and went inside, shutting the door behind him. 
Susan and Don turned to each other. 

"Salud!" Don said, raising his glass as if in a toast. 

"Down the hatch," Susan replied. They clinked glasses and drank deeply. 

Inside the bedroom, Marianne had flung herself down on the bed and was 
sobbing. She felt that she had been humiliated completely now, that she had 
not only lost her sense of values and morality, but had lost her husband in 
the bargain. She turned, and was stunned by the sight of her face in the 
mirror. It seemed to her that she had changed a great deal, her face seemed 
older, less innocent, there was a certain hardness around the mouth and eyes 
that she had not remembered seeing before. Yet, even though it was strange, 
she thought it was somehow rather attractive too. It was as if she had 
acquired some of the sleek, sophisticated beauty that she had always envied 
in Susan Grant. Suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and saw David 
coming into the room. She turned away and buried her face in the silky 
coverlet. 

David climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. 

"What's the matter, honey," he asked quietly. 

"David, I can't do what she wants," she said, turning to him. "It's wrong. 
She's just using it as a way of taking you from me completely! Don't you see 
that?" 

"No, that's not true! You're wrong! Don't you understand? We're going to 
have everything we've ever wanted! Clothes, a bigger house, another car...." 

"I just want you David!" 

"Oh baby, you've got me! Don't you know that? No matter what's happened I 
still love you!" 

He reached around and took her in his arms, pressing her close to his body 
and undulating slowly, insinuating his pelvis against hers. His cock sprang 
to life immediately as he felt his wife's warm, familiar body next to his. 

"Oh David...." she moaned, resisting slightly, "I don't know...." 

"It's going to be all right, baby," he said, reassuringly, running his hands 
over her smooth, supple body, "it's going to be fine! Let me show you. Oh, 
sweetheart, just let me show you how it's going to be...." 

He kissed her deeply, and despite her anxiety, Marianne was instantly 
transported with happiness. At last she felt the full, masculine kiss of her 
husband's lips again. Oh how wonderful it feels, she thought, to have David 
in my arms once more! She relished the familiarity of his athletic body, and 
she ran her hands eagerly over his muscular back and shoulders. It seemed 
years since they had made love together and it felt so good to her that all 
her misgivings were washed away instantly. She returned his kiss with 
searing intensity. She realized that despite the anguish and shame she had 
experienced in the past two days, she had also learned much in the ways of 
love. She was infinitely more experienced now, less frightened, less rigid. 
Boldly she pushed her pelvis against David's throbbing instrument; wantonly 
she pushed her tongue into his mouth, running it over the teeth and 
exploring the wet, fleshy interior. She ran her hands skillfully up and down 
his body, massaging the muscles, teasing the skin. She felt wild, brazen. 
This was a new experience for them to share together. 

Maybe, she thought to herself, maybe they're right! Maybe it will be better! 
After all, I don't want to lose David! I mustn't! And so, ignoring all 
vestiges of reason and reserve, she abandoned herself to her husband, 
anxious to show him how much she had learned by what she had been through, 
anxious to do whatever was necessary to keep him. 

David immediately felt the difference in their sexuality. This was an 
entirely new creature he held in his arms. For a moment he was disturbed; it 
seemed so different from their early days together. There had been a certain 
playful innocence, a delightful naivete that was extremely enjoyable. Their 
fucking had had a sunny, rapturous quality to it that seemed missing now. 

Perhaps, he thought, it was a mistake to give up the charm of what they had 
before so willingly ... but then he thought of the jealousies and 
accusations, and again remembered the promise of power and success that 
Susan had painted so vividly. Yes, this was what he wanted, he was sure of 
it! Brushing all doubt aside, he began to run his hands passionately over 
the creamy, sculptured body of his wife. Gone was the sweet pleasure of a 
young couple in love, and in its place were two hot, lusty animals clutching 
at each other in wanton sensuality. 

"Oh baby," he moaned as Marianne moved down quickly and began sucking on his 
huge, throbbing cock. "Oh baby!" 

Marianne gave herself completely to the lewd excitement that took hold of 
her, a kind of excitement she had come to experience only recently. She 
licked and sucked at David's pulsing tool shamelessly, her hands massaging 
his hard, muscular thighs. While his wife still pulled greedily at his cock 
with her lips, he carefully swung himself around gracefully and positioned 
himself above her, kneeling so that his mouth was at the golden, pulsing 
muff of her vulva. His hard masculine tongue reached out and began to 
explore the furry tangle of hair, relishing the musky female odor that 
wafted into his nostrils. He flicked his oral member deeper and began to 
explore the soft, fleshy outeiiips, running it up and down the luscious 
slit, rimming around the edge to feel the delicate strands of hair that 
lined the sweet, warm entrance. 

Marianne moaned in pleasure as she felt her husband's wide tongue on her 
pussy, something she had never felt before. The delicious thought of her 
handsome husband performing such a wicked act upon her sent thrills of 
excitement through her body, she increased her oral activity on his thick, 
yearning cock, running her lips up and down, taking the hot, massive rod as 
deeply as she could. She nibbled lewdly at the round, pink helmet and then 
pulled and sucked so deeply that David suddenly threw back his head, 
groaning loudly. 

"AAAAAHHHHH!" he cried exultantly, "OH BABEEEE! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" 

He set to work with renewed vigor, exploring the cuntal outerlips with his 
flicking, darting tongue. He sucked at the clitoris that hardened instantly, 
erect and electrified by his artful tonguing; suddenly he rammed his oral 
member deep into the wet, fleshy cuntal cavity and sent a flash of tingling 
rapture coursing through every part of his wife's body. She moaned in 
delight and twisted obscenely, as if begging for more. 

Unseen by the two thrashing people on the bed, the bedroom door had quietly 
opened and Don and Susan stood looking at the vulgar sight. They smiled at 
each other, knowing that David had been very successful in calming Marianne 
and seemed definitely on the way to breaking down her resistances to Susan's 
plan. They both became excited by what they saw. Susan felt her vaginal area 
begin to twitch with pleasure, to yearn for a little of the fun that 
Marianne was obviously having. Don's thick shaft was suddenly gorged with 
desire and shot erect, aching for someone's mouth to close around 
it.-Instinctively pulled into the jungle intensity of what was happening on 
the bed before them, Don and Susan moved quickly to the giant round 
pleasure-bed and positioned themselves in exactly the same way as Marianne 
and David. Susan's mouth was soon greedily devouring Don's pulsing, 
iron-hard phallus, and Don's mouth was crushed brazenly against the 
wet-slippery flesh of Susan's pussy. 

Marianne, realizing what had happened, at first was shocked and began to 
withdraw in fright, but David, sensing how she felt, increased his oral 
activity, plunging his magic tip deep into her cuntal passage, whirling and 
probing so deeply that Marianne was overcome with a wave of electrifying 
rapture that throbbed through her vaginal walls, shaking with pleasure. 

In this moment, it was as if Susan's plan was completely fulfilled, for the 
only opponent, Marianne, was now swept away and had completely forgotten her 
objections and misgivings. The sounds of lapping and sucking filled the 
room, tongues against pussy, mouths clasping cock, moans and sighs floating 
through the air as if in fervent, sensual accompaniment. 

Then David pulled away, easing his hardened, aching shaft out of his wife's 
eager mouth, he swung around, changing position above her, and plunged his 
prick deeply into her moist, throbbing pussy. The intensity and suddenness 
of it caught Marianne off guard. 

"AAAaaaannnggggghhhh!" she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure, as 
David's massive tool rammed against the tender tissue of her cervix. But she 
soon realized that she once again had David's thick, beautiful cock in her 
body, for the first time in weeks, and she was overcome with gratitude and 
delight. She gave herself completely, spreading her legs, pulling up her 
knees, shoving her pelvis forward so that she might take him as deeply as 
possible. She no longer cared whether or not it hurt, or whether Susan and 
Don were there too, all she knew was she had her husband back and it didn't 
matter how or under what conditions! They were together again! 

Slowly, he began to swing in and out, in and out, his muscular body rippling 
like an Olympic champion, sweat making his body gleam and glisten as he 
arched perfectly above her, groaning with the steaming lust that pervaded 
him. 

"Oooooohhhh ... OOOOOHHHHH!" he moaned, plunging his mighty ramrod in and 
out of her eager clasping pussy. "OOOOOOOH!" 

Susan and Don realized that the other two had changed position and despite 
the delight they were having in their oral orgy, bizarre new thoughts 
crossed both their minds at once. Instinctively Don pulled away. 

Almost before Marianne knew what was happening she felt something hovering 
above her face; she opened her eyes and saw Susan squatting directly above 
her, holding herself in position by steadying herself on David's shoulders. 
Her fleshy vaginal lips were poised directly in front of Marianne's mouth. 
SUSAN WAS KISSING DAVID AND SHE WAS EXPECTED TO LICK HER PUSSY AS WELL! At 
first Marianne was shocked and began to resist; she felt this was more than 
she could bear! But then she realized that Don had positioned himself behind 
Susan, half-standing, half-squatting, his fingers gripping her creamy 
thighs. What was going on? She was confused! Then she could see Don 
moistening his hard, pulsing cock and positioning it behind Susan's anal 
crack. He was spreading her cheeks, directly above Marianne's head! She was 
terrified! She had never imagined anything so bizarre, so grotesque, could 
happen to her. She wanted to scream! But she was helpless to resist. She was 
caught in a maelstrom of lust-crazed bodies! There was nothing to do but 
submit! SHE HAD TO SURRENDER COMPLETELY! 

Suddenly Don rammed his hot spear into Susan's anal canal. 

"AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!!" Susan screamed as she felt the hot, thick poker sear her 
back passage, sending shafts of pain up through her vertebrae. But she 
relished the feeling, delighted in the pain! She did not resist at all, but 
maintained balance perfectly and widened her tight rectal canal as much as 
possible to admit him deeply. Don began to move back and forth sending 
sharp, stinging pain into her elastic hole; her excitement increased and she 
kissed David deeply, biting his lower lip slightly, sending shivers through 
him. 

David continued plunging his gorged prick into Marianne's shuddering, 
pulsing cunt; the sight of Susan directly in front of him, squatting over 
his wife's face sliding her pink, creamy furrow over Marianne's mouth, and 
Don slicing deeply, painfully into her anal passage while she kissed him and 
held onto his shoulders like a wild-eyed madwoman, excited David beyond 
anything he had ever experienced. His prick had never felt so potent! There 
was the soft, undulating body of his wife below him, the voluptuous, tawny 
perfection of Susan Grant in front of him, and he the ramming, plunging 
bull, even seeing Don screwing Susan in the rear with merciless intensity 
only increased his potency! They were like brothers, sharing an afternoon of 
savage fucking, all the competitiveness and jealousy of old washed away in a 
wave of sensuality. David was screwing like he had never screwed before! His 
mind swam with lust-crazed excitement! 

"THIS FEEL'S SOOOO GGOOOOOOOD!" he cried aloud, "SOOOOO FUCKING GOOOODDD!" 

Suddenly Marianne, completely submerged now in an ocean of obscene 
sensuality, began licking wildly at the throbbing, inflamed pussy directly 
above her. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Susan cried as she felt Marianne's hot tongue plunging deep 
into her pulsing vaginal canal. "AAAANNNGGGH! Lick me good," she cried. 
"LICK ME GOOOOOOOD!" 

Don, excited now as never before, rammed his mighty rocket into Susan's hot 
stretched rectal passage. 

"OOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEESSSSS!" he cried. 

Now the sweating, orgiastic quartet began to thrash and heave, groaning with 
a new intensity, as if sealing the corrupt bargain they had made at Susan's 
urging. Bodies twisted and thrashed, cocks plunged and slammed unmercifully! 
Marianne's body was heaving with ecstasy, squirming with rushes of tingling, 
surging waves of heat. Susan was twitching and groaning, her breath coming 
faster and faster, lewd excitement gushing through her body. 

"I'M ... CU ... CUUUMMMNGGGGG!" She shrieked, as she felt her pussy begin to 
tremble, "I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMINGGG!" 

As if her words acted as a cue for the others, a general rush of excitement 
began to pervade the squirming bodies. Don could feel his sperm begin to 
gather in his inflated balls as they swung like a pendulum above Marianne's 
head. He began to ram Susan like the piston of a train, harder and harder, 
groaning, his breath coming faster and faster. 

"AAH ... AHHHH ... AAAHHHH...." he cried as the rush of feeling began to 
boil up in him like a volcano about to explode. Marianne felt her vaginal 
walls begin to shudder as if an earthquake were tearing her apart, hot 
steaming fluid began to gush through her cuntal passage, and it seemed as if 
the intensity of her orgasm and David's pumping, slamming ramrod would tear 
her apart. She felt as if she was riding a gigantic tidal wave that was 
taking her higher and higher.... 

"AAAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" She screamed, terrified at the intensity, being borne 
still higher...."UUUUNNNGGGGH!!" 

David could feel himself about to shoot his boiling male liquid into her 
like a cannon, it built up to excruciating intensity, filling his balls like 
a huge balloon about to explode. Then, suddenly, the moment of release came 
and he shot forth into his wife, gushed like an enormous dam that had 
exploded under terrific pressure! 

"A A A AAIEEEEE!" he screamed. 

All four were cumming together! ALL FOUR WERE SHAKING AND THRASHING, CUMMING 
AS NEVER BEFORE! The room was an undulating vortex of ecstasy and 
excitement. Moans and cries rang through the air, legs flailed! Susan 
gripped David's shoulders, digging into the skin, sending shots of pain 
through him as she screamed from the intensity of her orgasm and the 
delicious anguish of Don's steel-hard ramrod emptying itself into her 
burning anal passage. Marianne had lost consciousness and sank into a white, 
bubbling sea of orgasm, rising and falling on eddies of fathomless pleasure, 
swirling in a whirlpool of hot lava that surpassed anything she had ever 
known. It seemed to go on forever, an endless stream of rapturous release. 

"Oooooohhhhh...." she sighed...."Oooooohhhhh...." 

Gradually, after what seemed like hours, the passion began to subside. David 
drained the last of his sweet liquid into his wife's trembling pussy, then 
pulled away and collapsed in exhaustion. 

Don, emptying himself, pulled away from the tight, puckered hole with a pop 
and threw himself down on the cool, thick rug beside the bed. 

Susan, totally satisfied and completely relaxed, felt Marianne suck away at 
the steaming female fluid that had cascaded down her vaginal passage. As the 
intensity died away, she slowly eased herself out of position, and lay next 
to Marianne on the bed. 

Marianne, scarcely believing the depth of what she had just experienced, lay 
perfectly still for several moments, her eyes closed. Savoring the rapturous 
feeling that still pervaded her, she sighed and stretched her body on the 
cool covers of the bed. After a few minutes she opened her eyes, suddenly 
startled to see someone she had never seen before staring back at her from 
above. For a moment she was confused, but then she realized that the strange 
creature with the sly, twisted smile on her face was a reflection of herself 
in the hazy mirror above the bed. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Marianne Wright sat at her spacious desk in the opulent outer-office of 
Susan Grant's private wing in Computer Associates giant office complex. 
Before her sat a handsome young man, with a pleasant, earnest manner. 

"I'd like to see Miss Grant," he said. "Is that possible?" 

"I'm sorry, Miss Grant is in Los Angeles this week, but if you'd like to 
leave your resume I'll have her contact you as soon as she returns." 

The young man fumbled through his shiny, new attache case, smiling boyishly 
as he sought the paper he needed. As he searched, Marianne gazed at him 
intently. He was about twenty-three, recently married he had told her, and 
just graduated with an M.A. from Columbia; she imagined he and his wife must 
be very like she and David had been only two years ago. She thought about 
what had happened since that time ... of the angry, turbulent confrontations 
between her and David, of the strange, fateful meeting with Susan and Don at 
the Suite. 

Susan's prediction that day had proved completely accurate. Within six 
months the firm had grown incredibly, the stock had soared on Wall Street, 
and within a year Computer Associates was internationally known. Susan, Don 
and David were constantly in demand, constantly travelling ... in fact all 
three had recently flown to Los Angeles for a month of consultations with an 
important new client. And Marianne? Well, even though it was true she didn't 
see much of David lately, she had many compensations: a fabulous new 
wardrobe, the glamour of being a highly-paid secretary, and every now and 
then ... she smiled to herself, as if dwelling on a sly, inner secret and 
glanced approvingly at the attractive brown hair and hazel eyes of the young 
man before her. 

"is this all right?" he asked, handing her a piece of paper with his 
business credentials neatly listed. 

"It's fine," she said, glancing briefly at the paper and sliding it in a 
drawer. 

"Gee," he said, "I sure hope they can use me. Every guy in my graduating 
class wanted to work with this firm. I'D bet there isn't a computer 
programmer in the country who wouldn't give his eye-teeth to get in with 
Miss Grant and her associates. Do you think there's any chance for me?" 

Marianne gazed at him steadily, Ugh ting up a filter-tipped cigarette. 

"Oh," she said, smiling, "you look like just the type of person she might be 
looking for. And if you like, I'll put in a good word ... excuse me a 
moment, won't you?" 

She got up and moved languidly across the floor, and poured herself a cup of 
coffee from the silver service that was always kept filled for use by the 
staff and visitors. 

"Coffee?" she asked. 

"Gee," he said, "I'd love some." 

As she poured the coffee, the young man gazed in admiration at the lithe, 
well-endowed female body, the tantalizing swelling of her breasts nearly 
visible beneath the sheer, gauzy material of her blouse, the smooth roudness 
of her buttocks in a tight, shiny black leather miniskirt, the long slender 
legs....then he glanced away guiltily, remembering his young wife. He felt 
slightly ashamed at having allowed a surge of desire to pass through him, 
indeed his penis had stiffened, and Marianne could see it straining tautly 
against the tight material of his pants as she handed him the coffee. 

"Here," she said, "it's fresh. Made it myself." 

She sat at the desk again with her own cup, and they sipped silently; the 
only sounds were the hum of office machinery, air conditioning, computers. 

"How is it to work for Miss Grant?" he asked, shattering the silence. 

For a moment, his innocent question caught Marianne off guard. In a rapid, 
sudden montage her mind raced through the incredible changes that had taken 
place in the last year. For a moment she longingly thought of the early days 
of her marriage when she and David were so happy and loving, like young 
schoolchildren. 

So much has changed, she thought. She saw images of her lurid, intimate 
encounter with Susan and Don, and others since then, so many others . ... 
But I have my freedom now, she reminded herself, and David has the career 
he's always wanted. And that's just fine for both of us. It suits us to a 
"T". And yet, for a moment again there was a deep aching nostalgia for those 
blissful, simple days when there were just the two of them. Was it her 
compulsive jealousy that had changed things so much? Or her innocence ... 
perhaps . . 

She pulled herself out of her reverie abruptly and took a long, deep drag on 
her cigarette. 

"How is it to work for her?" she asked, repeating his question, "Fantastic! 
She's a remarkable woman! I think you could learn a lot from her." 

"Yes?" 

"Oh yes, believe me there's never a dull moment around here." 

He glanced at his watch, and gulped down the last of his coffee. 

"I've got to go. I promised to meet my wife for lunch. Thanks for your 
help." 

"Don't mention it," she said. "And I'm sure they'll find a place for you 
here." 

"That would be wonderful," he said. "Goodbye." 

"Goodbye, see you soon." 

She watched as he moved to the elevator, admiring his slim, muscular build 
apparent even through his business suit. He turned and smiled before he got 
in the car, and before she could catch herself Marianne winked at him. The 
doors of the elevator slid closed, and she watched the lights indicate its 
descent to the lobby. 

She took a last puff on her cigarette and stamped it out in the ashtray. 
Remembering she hadn't checked her makeup for quite some time, she took her 
compact out of the drawer. She opened it, and as she glanced perfunctorily 
in the mirror she gasped, for there, sliding down her pale painted cheek, 
was a single, unexpected tear. 


THE END
